This evening, I will commit what is, for me, the cardinal sin of marathon training.
I’m blowing off a workout in favor of happy hour.
It’s not unlike the behavior of Simon, our 11-month-old lab/collie mix. He acknowledges a command, thinks about it for a minute, and then does whatever the heck he wants. Yep, this sums me up pretty effectively.
To attempt to rationalize my defiance: I’m meeting up with the first friends I made in KC. During my internship and first 6 months after college, these get-togethers were weekly at the very least. (This explains how I promptly got out of shape and gained ten cheeseburgerpounds after graduation.) But once I got old and lame and married and moved further south than anyone will come visit, we have gathered much less frequently. This is long overdue.
When this event was scheduled, I looked at my training plan, thought about it for a minute, and promptly chose to ignore it. Defiant? Yes. But I’m pretty much OK with it.
Unfortunately, I did NOT sync my happy hour plans with the television schedule. The LOST season premiere presents a conflict that can not be ignored. This happy hour is going to have to end early.