For Shame

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.