My tummy is full of hot chocolate and Bailey’s, and I’m feeling a little guilty about it.
I was all set to run this morning. I got up at
the second alarm 6:09 on the dot, and went into the bathroom to wash my face, brush my teeth and get dressed. Except I didn’t have anything to put on in except socks and a baseball hat. I wandered around in there in a sleepy stupor for a bit before heading downstairs to find running attire.
But the only sports bra and pants I could find were in a heap on the laundry room floor. And, then I realized I couldn’t wear a tank top and capris on a morning run in October. Not in Seattle anyway. I didn’t know what to do, so I got dressed, mapped out my run, and then found my winter gloves, which are black leather with a faux fur lining. I could barely bend my fingers enough to hold on to my Zune. And I didn’t have a pocket for my phone, so I was going to have to hold that, too.
I couldn’t imagine four miles with no pockets, freezing legs and arms, and sweaty hands. Plus, it was already 6:40 and I figured I needed to give myself an hour for the actual run. That meant I wouldn’t be home till almost 8!
That’s when I heard T Junior over the monitor.
I was off the hook! There was no way I could leave knowing he was already awake and waiting for Mama in his crib.
The middle of my day was already booked. I’ll go this evening; he’ll just have to chill in the stroller. But then Mr. T walked in the door at 5 — home early to spend some time with us before T Junior’s bedtime.
So, Thursday’s-run-that’s-actually-Friday’s-run will now be on Saturday morning…followed by a trip to REI to load up on cold-weather gear. I think that calls for another hot beverage, don’t you?