I missed a run

I missed this morning's 13.5 km run. Joe was leaving town for 3-4 weeks and she asked me to stay until she left. On the previous night, I acted as though the run was more important and denied her request. To be myself and surprise her in the morning, I said I will stay and send her off. I guess that did make her happy cos she looked very happy and said that she was happy. And well, somethings do mean much more than a painful run.

This time I don't feel bad at all about missing my run. She is special and she is family and I had to do atleast this much for her. I will compensate for that this evening by setting a 12.5 km/hour pace on the treadmill at fitness one and finishing the distance in 1:10. Feel good, drank a lot of water, had dates to eat and i am all set for the run to start in another hour.