This does not bode well.
For we all know that tomorrow brings the promise of freezing temperatures and the likelihood of snow. Nice weather infuses my soul with reluctance to run in unnice weather.
I wouldn't mind running again tonight. However, I got a hot date. Will I make it out tomorrow after the rain has turned to snow and the sidewalks have turned to ice?
I got a better idea: There's a mostly full bottle of Tullamore Dew in the cupboard, and we have yet to make mulled cider. I bet there's a better chance of cozying on the couch with a mug full of yum than there is of a treacherous run in the witch-tit cold.
And then there's the matter of learning a new tune on my banjo before the next Shindig. I'm very close to having "Breaking Up Christmas" down.
[Drunkard's note: Can you name the running blogger in this video?]