Derailed

Last night I should've come prepared to run at the gym after school, but I was unsure of the evening's plans and opted to go home, clean, and bide my time. I ended up playing guitar and fiddle, working on some harmonies for a sweet li'l murder ballad we're doing in the folk group, and watering all my plants (a bigger chore than one may imagine). No time for a run tonight, and a morning run was, as usual, out of the question. A friend has been trying to coerce me into participating in tomorrow's "Hearts Warming Hearts Bikini/Speedo Run" in Eastport. Never going to happen. Last thing I was going to do this week was canvas around town getting peoples' pledges so I could run down Water Street to the Happy Crab in my bathing suit. Sometimes I can be a sensible gal, and I know that mid-February in downeast Maine is not the time (nor is downtown Eastport the place) to be breaking out the two-piece. In any event, according to weather.com (which I've found to be possibly the most unreliable source of weather predictions; I'd be wise to save myself the trouble poking around on the internet and just consult my ailing cat), it's going to be a balmy 29 degrees tomorrow, so I do plan on running outdoors. Just going to keep my clothes on.