I was a bad Bex tonight. The weather is oppressive - humid, torrid, with rolling thunderstorms. So I didn't run, though I was slated for six miles.
Too hot. Too tired. Too lazy.
Instead, I came home after work, went through 2 weeks of mail, drank two Tom Collins (my drink of the summer), ate a tomato and goat cheese salad, missed Tahoe, the snow-topped Sierra Nevadas, and the open road. Then watched 4 episodes of "Sex and the City," season 5, back to back to back to back.
And you know what? It felt great.
Tomorrow, I climb back on the running wagon. Some races I'm slated for: The Army 10-Miler (this was my inaugural running event last year), the Baltimore Marathon Relay, and the Las Vegas Half-Marathon.