I was supposed to run for an hour and a half on Saturday morning. I didn’t.

I was supposed to make up that run on Sunday morning. I didn’t.

I was supposed to just totally skip the long run and get “back on track” for four miles this morning, as previously scheduled. Guess what? I didn’t.

On the plus side, I haven’t been hitting the snooze alarm over and over and over. Instead, I just turn it off at the first beep or two and go back to sleep. Yeah, I’m real proud of myself.