I'm in a small room with the camera pointed directly at my face.
I haven't run since last Saturday. First, I was sore. Then, I got busy. It's Thursday. This is the second day in a row I planned to go for a run and blamed the weather for not going.
I feel shame.
That must mean I really want to go for a run. Which will happen on Saturday. Which is going to be hard because it's been a week since my last run.
Oh! Only 3 miles! And I have an excuse to walk (haven't run in a week/rain)! for up to 5 whole minutes.
(For those of you just tuning in, this is how I cope with not running for a week. Actually contemplating joining a gym to run on treadmill. If you've known me for more then a year, you know this is crazy talk. Good crazy, but f*ing insane, nonetheless).
PS Sorry for the swearing, Mom.
PPS But kinda not.