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.

One thought

  1. awww… i want to insist that at the end of the day, you also have the joy and memory and lessons of today which will make tomorrow's morning fabulous.

    i wish there was some way that you can pack me up in one of your bags and take me with you… and it is unfortunate they have weight limits on those bags too.

    have a wonderful time and take lots of pictures.