Last night, I bared my rump to my hubris and dared it bite. I mentally prepared for a drenching six-miler all day at work, but the rain washed away all that motivation as I drove home from the office. It was one of those incessant autumn downpours that could turn to sleet at any moment. I'd much rather run in the snow. When I did get home, I had already talked myself into playing my banjo instead. How's that for an excuse, Salty?