I've been using the excuse it's too hot to run outside.
I mean, really, what if I get heatstroke? What if I desperately need water and die of thirst on the side of the road? What if the pavement is too hot for Sunday's little paws? I'm not being dramatic, these are all valid points.
Well, it's a comfortable 70 degrees and I'm afraid the scale hasn't agreed with my excuses. Stupid scale.
I'll be seeing you tonight, Road. Dang it.
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