today I said to myself "I could got for a good work out." Dumb, so dumb. I drive a few miles from my home. park in a shady spot and run around newcastle island. The 6 mile loop is a good run and I felt appropriately tired.
As I reach into my pocket..... where are the keys? Oh, there they are, on the floor of the locked car. Sigh, comence the additional 2.5 mile run home. ok. 8.5 down.
Now break into my home and try not to think about how easily I did it ever again.
So now what what do I do? Time to grab the road bike and ride back out there to get the car. But what the hell, why ride there the short way. Out and down the road I go realizing I should have put alot more clothing on because now I am wet and sweating and being hit by a nice sea breeze. I rarely say I am cold but I am never this underprepared.
I get the car, get home and now I need some sleep. That is the last time I say I need a really good workout
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