Please see the humor in this: Bless me father, for it has been 3 weeks since my last triathlon. That's the traditional way to start a Catholic confession. I was out of town for 10 of those 21 days. I haven't been vigorously working out, getting a couple "strong workouts" in each week. Yesterday was a classic "I don't feel like doing anything" day. I scraped wallpaper for 2 hours as my workout. Today, I got ready to run, ignoring the "I don't wanna, what if I get hurt and have all this work to finish on the house". I walked my warmup. I told myself I'd run 5 mins. Which was halfway along a block. OK, I can finish this block. Not too much farther to our street, and that should be about 1 mile. Kept going. Checked the mapmyrun app on my phone. 0.86 miles. I'll go until I get to 1 mile. Realized the phone wasn't updating, but, shoot, I'm almost to the end of the street. OK, now , it's 21 mins. I can probably keep going to 30 mins, possibly push it to 2 miles, which should be 32 mins or so. At 27 mins, my dog just stopped running. I clicked my tongue, trying to urge her along. Nope. So, we walked the rest of the way home. Both the dog and I are rebuilding back to our tri conditioning.