Well...yeah. I was up at 6am, peeked out the window and it was still too dark for my liking to go for a run. It's just asking to be kidnapped! Maybe I've read one too many John Grisham books? A busy day; church, lunch with friends, naps, and more time spent on "the dreads" I didn't make time for my 30 minutes until late in the day...and at that point running was out of the question. So, I'm feeling pretty bad about this, knowing I need the mileage before race day. I'm hoping I can find the mental stamina to do it tomorrow. Greg will be at work which means it will have to be done on the treadmill. Boo.