A moment of weakness

Yesterday, I had a moment of weakness. I woke up at 6 AM, looked at the 87 degree temperature on Yahoo weather laughing at my face, and I broke down. I said "No Way! I'm not running in these conditions anymore. I'm sick and tired of it!"

But later that morning, I couldn't stand it anymore. I felt like such a wimp. Maybe it was my own little sadistic way of punishing myself, but I ran. The sun was already up, so it was probably even hotter than 87. See, that's what I get for wimping out earlier.

Today, I've learned my lesson. I'm up at 5:30 waiting for just a little more light. It's 81 degrees. My husband will be leaving for the airport in just 90 minutes, so this is my chance. I may not be able to run again until Friday.