I was supposed to run 4.5 miles tonight. I didn’t go running tonight. I’m not going running tomorrow. I might running the next day after work. Or I might go see Role Models with my kid brother instead. I just don’t feel it right now. What I do feel are my shins, which still hurt. What I do feel is sick and tired of the whole process. What I do feel is still gross and out of shape as witnessed in the full-length dressing room mirror at Old F-ing Navy yesterday. I think I need to give myself Thanksgiving week to not try to bend and break every day’s schedule around the gym. Maybe this is just a temporary Case of the Mondays sort of thing. I’m not quitting, but I just need to stay home tonight, make a stir-fry, and read What I Saw and How I Lied. We’ll see how the rest of the week goes day by day.