Bad Moon Rising

I did not feel at all like running today, but I hosed out on Monday's run (after also failing to run either Friday or Saturday) because it was the first day of school, and because my running partner had to cancel, and because I am the laziest person on the face of the planet.

Despite my bad behavior, I went ahead and ran the five minute bursts I was scheduled to run on Monday. I didn't want to fall behind again, so I decided to push myself. About midway through the run, it was all I could muster to run four minutes in one go, so I did that, then walked for two minutes, then finished with two six minute runs. I figure it all comes out in the wash, and the important thing is that I wasn't sitting on my oversized butt reading an issue of Runner's World while chewing on ice cream mochi.

Also, it was hot and humid, and I was sharing the playground with a kid learning how to ride his bike without training wheels, so the run felt destined to blow from the get-go. I'm totally copping a squat later, though, and eating that strawberry mochi while watching Battlestar Galactica. Just try to stop me.