I have a confession to make. I was supposed to run 10 miles on Saturday. I had a dentist appointment at 11:00. I wore my running clothes and planned to go to the Y after the dentist and run on the treadmill because of all the ice and snow. I pulled into the YMCA parking lot, took out the wonderful young adult novel I was reading, and sat in the driver’s seat for two hours to finish the book. Then I drove home.
Some days are just like that. Perfect.