Tomorrow is a new day.

For various reasons, I have skipped all of my running commitments this week. On some days I blamed the rain. On others I blamed work for sucking the life out of me. I am overflowing with excuses, but at the end of the day only I am to blame. I feel terrible, I feel awful, and I feel my belly jiggle.

I suppose the best way to deal with the megrims is to focus on tomorrow and make up for lost time. I am most likely driving to Charlotte this weekend and despite my claim of this city being my kryptonite, I am going to try my hardest to make sure I complete a good track workout and a long run before leaving on Sunday.