Whoever I promised to meet for dinner tomorrow night, I can’t make it. I have to run.
Sunday’s run is going to have to be ran on Monday because I am still horizontal (it’s 2:20pm), I feel so wrecked and I need to meet a particular birthday boy quite soon.
I like the idea of structuring a routine for running, but man, the guilt of not running when you’re supposed to is just all the more apparent.
I’ll run tomorrow. I promise.