Tuesday, February 01, 2011
I didn't run this morning. Last night on Facebook I was all like "I don't care how much snow we get tomorrow, I'm going to run anyway." Well, the bed beat me again this morning and I stayed tucked in late enough that I should have just taken a day off instead of attempting to make it to work on time-ish. However, I did finally manage to rise, shower and get my butt out the door.
We got a BIT of snow overnight, certainly nothing to write home about, but the major dump was scheduled to show up this afternoon.
I should have gone running this morning. I should have stuck to my word and all my Facebook crowing. Because now the snow HAS come, and it's coming down hard, and I might just get out a quill and parchment and write home because it looks pretty bad out there. Doh!
I could suck it up and be a bad-ass and strap on my shoes and my YakTrax when I get home and go anyway. I could. But chances are PRETTY GOOD that's NOT going to happen. It's dark. It's REALLY snowing. Cars are sliding all over the street. I really don't want to put my cute hiney in the middle of all that mess and go face to face with a plow.
But I feel guilty so I'm writing this blog. Today will officially be the first day that I COULD have gotten out there and done something this morning and because I didn't, now have forfeited my chance to get my cardio in today. It's not going to kill me. But I actually feel bad about it. Today I let the weather, and the dreariness, and the winter get to me. And I thought I was above that.
Sigh. I might try and find a Spark video and do something at home, but it's just not the same. My bad-ass just got whooped. By a bunch of fluffy white stuff. How sad is that?
What does everyone else do when they're snowed in?