The california wildfires going on got the best of me. I was supposed to go out for a long run of an hour and a half, but I did nothing. At first, I was going to do the whole thing on the treadmill at the gym, and that just ate at the very core of my soul. Running for an hour and a half on a treadmill is the purest definition of hell that ever existed.
Then, I decided I would go to the gym later and run on the treadmill for half an hour, so I did some annoying stuff around the house--scheduled some people to come out and finish the kitchen, made the doctor's appointment I should have a year ago, called in for a refill on Max's phenobarbital, and fixed the alarm system. This last one required me to go outside, which resulted in my eyes burning from the smoke in the air and me getting a slightly irritating cough....at which point I thought it might be better to skip the exercise altogether.
So, there you have it. I'm a total pussy and didn't do my long run this week.
I suck.
Drew
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