Well, I hate it when this happens. I promise, I had very good intentions. When I didn't drag my butt out of bed this morning, I went back home in the middle of the workday to get my running clothes, planning to make an appearance at happy hour (with my running group, ironically), and then hit the treadmill. Well, happy hour turned into dinner and dessert, and I finally got home at 9:30! I know things come up periodically, but I'm still really disappointed that I didn't get in a run today. Oh well-to quote my favorite movie, "[Dramatic music] Tomorrow...is another day!"