I got off my morning routine and can't get back on it. Two days in a row now that I've failed to answer the call of my alarm. This morning, I thought I hit snooze but turned it off instead. Dinner plans derailed my plan for an eight-mile trail run tonight. But who was I trying to kid by planning a run on a Friday evening?
This weekend, the Enthusiast and I are headed to the Great White North to visit some family. They have some sort of trail thing nearby, and I think I'm going to run a long way on it barefoot to make up for my failings.
Maybe I need to bust out my watch again. I haven't worn my watch to run since last year. Perhaps the lack of real stats makes my runs feel less serious and therefore less important. Something has to give or the marathon is really going to suck hairy elephant balls come September.
Wherein pictures of my dog still get me the most comments.
One picture of Dobson is worth 165 words (eight comments). It's not the thousand words of legend, but still significant compared to the response to other postings lately.
Happy Hour is nearly upon us, teammates! Have a finely brewed weekend. Run well and drink well. Cheers!