Yes, that basically means there's only a 30% chance I'll follow through. It's so much harder to bail when someone is outside your house at 5:30 AM waiting for you. Must. Run. Ten. Miles.
I'm kind of bummed about Saturday. E's planning a big ride with the guys and then a night of watching UFC, so I'm feeling less than enthused about him not being around.
I still haven't planted my garden, so hopefully I can do that. Maybe pick up the new running shoes I ordered a few weeks ago. Grocery shop. Walmart shop. Costco shop. Nap.
Okay, it will be a productive little Saturday. And on Sunday I get to finally see Jane Eyre. I can't wait.