I got a text last night from someone in my running group asking if I wanted to join in on a 5 am run.
Want to? No. Will I be there smiling? You bet.
Then I woke up at 5:37.
I feel terrible.
So now I off for a quick 3 miles, half in the dark (hope I don’t get scandalized. I hate running alone before the sun is completely up.)
But the little one crawled unto bed with me. Small consolation.
I still feel awful.
1 thought on “For Shame”
Oh…that panic of realising what time it is…and where you should have been. Don’t worry…running buddies understand how that happens! Good that you got out there anyway!