Excuses, excuses.

I spend more time worrying about not doing. I need to just go. In my head I'm ready, but I'm allowing nonessentials to waste my time. I thought I'd already rededicated myself to the run. I need to do it again. Tomorrow I will run. I am making a promise to my thighs, to my belly, and to my "pilot light." Powerhouse and Hammer need to be revived.