Three days in row and counting. Each evening I tell myself I will get up early and run before work. Each morning I'm awake too late to hit the road.
The alarm clock is even set for half an hour earlier than it was the last time I went for a morning run. Instead of getting up earlier, I've snoozed later than ever.
Maybe I'm just not meant to be a morning runner.
The biggest disappointment of this week's failure is that I got into a pretty good rhythm last week with four runs and 17 miles. This week? No runs, no miles.