I was feeling guilty. I skipped my running class last night for the simple (and valid, I think) reason that it was hovering around thirty degrees for most of the day yesterday and I don’t want to die of heatstroke — especially while wearing running gear. The alternative was a humble promise to myself — and a swift kick from Karin out of bed this morning when the alarm went off — to get out before the house was (officially) stirring. That meant 6AM. I should note two things here: first, I don’t normally get up until at least six-thirty. And second, I’m technically on vacation this week. But yes, I managed to haul my sad butt around the park for a three kilometer jog — and avoided the thundershower that visited our backyard around seven thirty. I am now officially sore and I could really use an early bedtime. |
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