Only 46 days to go, and I’m not going to run today. I suck, I know! If anyone out there is actually reading this, you have permission to shame me when you see me in person.
Today was just… one of those days. All kinds of massive sucking. And what I need now is not to run but to sit on my couch with Qdoba and watch Amelie.
I will run tomorrow. I promise. Unless I get hit by a bus or a cyclist or an escaped bichon.