So I didn't run this weekend like I supposed to. Saturday night came and went. Sunday morning, afternoon and evening came and went. Monday, my day off, came and went. Still no running. The treadmill sits quiet, dusty. It smiles knowingly in my direction as I walk by to let the dog out. It's eyes follow me like an old portrait in a creepy Victorian home, never speaking audibly, but something in the way it looks at me says volumes.

My lunch becomes unpalatable. How can I eat when I haven't exercised? Those calories will go straight to my saddlebags!

Oh how crushing is the guilt of the chronic procrastinator, especially when it comes to exercise!

But today, Tuesday, Day 6, I am prepared. I have my tenny's, my freshly washed t-shirt and sweatpants ready to go. I am stoked! (My teenage son would cringe if he heard me say that.) Ok, so I'm not really stoked. I'm not even a little bit excited. I'm tired. I want to go home.

But off I go, I have people I am accountable to in this 5K training event. Thank goodness for accountability, without it, I would be certainly be home with my face in a bag of something very, very bad for me. And putting that treadmill up for sale on Craigslist.

Thank you running buddies--you may have saved a life. At the very least, you've saved a treadmill from the scrapheap. All the "greenies" will be pleased.

Off I go! I'll be writing about today's adventure soon...stay tuned. :)