Yes, the mighty have fallen completely off the wagon. I did not even show up for the Sunday morning run today. That makes it a full seven day week since I ran last.
I substituted a brisk 2-1/4 mile walk with Mrs. T to have breakfast at #1 son's restaurant ... after sleeping in ... right past the 5:30 wake up, one-eye-balling the clock and rolling over; right past the 6:55 readjustment of the pillow and realization that the gang was forming up to run ... and through the 8:10 a.m. observation that they might be running right down the street from me at that moment. 
Ah yes, I slept in 'til 8:45 and I think I am mighty pleased about it.
Breakfast was excellent. Service was personable. Then we stole the waiter's truck and went off to Home Depot for some plants.
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Boy, hope the waiter got a nice tip for letting you take his truck. I'm thinking a full tank of gas might be appropriate....
I've been doing that same thing in the morning as well. All except for the going out for breakfast part.
whoa. i hope you're not catching something...like MY anti-running germs.
You know, if I had been smart and taken a week off when I was feeling like death, I might not have died. Now, I'm just barely starting to feel alive again. You = smart.
This is the way some weeks go. Walking to breakfast and a trip to HD for some gardening sounds like a nice way to end the week/or start a new one.
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