I had every intention of getting to bed early Friday night and waking early Saturday morning for my long run. Intentions are not always met. I ended up watching two movies and baking 3 dozen chocolate chip cookies. I didn't turn off the lights until after 1am. Oops. So, needless to say I decided to sleep in on Saturday. There's always Sunday for a long run, right?
Wrong. It rained on Sunday. I decided to brave it (since my gym is closed on Sundays there was no such thing as a treadmill for backup). I made it a mile from the house to Starbucks at the end of the trail. As I turned around to head back, the wind picked up tremendously and the rain got harder. By the time I hit 2 miles and was back around the house, I was cold, soaked and miserable. I decided to call it quits.
So instead of running my weekend consisted of this:
And lots of this:
But Monday came, and there was plenty of this:
(there was a whole mile before that but I forgot to send an email at work, so I ran downstairs to the office to handle it. Guess it pays to have your gym in your office building)