This past Saturday was one of the first tests of my dedication. Sara came to stay for the weekend and we had plans to go shopping in SF and out to dinner afterwards. I was intent on getting up early on Saturday morning to run before we left so that I could get in my long run as planned.
You know how it is with good intentions though. Events conspired against me. On Friday night Sara, Sean and I went out to a wonderful local middle eastern restaurant that I love where they make the best cucumber-basil cocktails. Oh they go down so easy. And as is usual when Sara shows up we talked and talked and talked...
Next thing I know Saturday morning shows up and when the alarm clock went off at 7am I rolled over in a haze and woke up to the sound of the rain beating hard against the window. Oh man! Talk about not wanting to get up. It took a very severe talking to, all while curled up in a ball under my covers, to get me out of bed. I am really proud that I pulled on those running shoes and rain jacket and headed out to run despite the weather and the slight hangover. And though I didn't quite make the distance or the time I had intended I'm still going to call it a win.
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