Excuse Me

I went out at 9:20 this morning to do my 8 mile run.  It was hot and humid, above 80.  I was supposed to run 10 X 100 strides.  This means I sprint for 100 meters 10 times.  Running on the streets, I kind of guessed what 100 meters was.  I tried to visualize the distance of one quarter of one lap around the track.  Instead of 10 strides, I did 8.  And here are my Top Ten Excuses why I only did 8 (There are always excuses, don'tcha know?  Their legitimacy is another story):

                 1.  It was too damn humid.
                 2.  I should just stop there.  But I won't...
                 3.  I went out to dinner last night with the Ballet Moms, most of whom I hadn't seen in years, and came home late for a Monday school night (Our daughters, not the mothers, took ballet classes together once upon a time).
                 4.  I was keyed up from my night out and could not sleep
                 5.  I laid in bed thinking of things I should be worrying about.
                 6.  Whether my oldest daughter was properly packed for summer camp seemed like a good nail biter.
                 7.  I fell asleep after 2am and then woke up at 6am to RE-pack my oldest daughters bags.
                 8.  I was sooo tired.
                 9.  Potty emergency!

                10. Lucky for me, my friend who lives at the halfway point of this run was home and let me use her facilities (after I practically beat down her door).

                Bonus excuse: The remainder of the run was done at a super cautious pace, lest my potty emergency rears its ugly head again (No pun intended).

Oh no!  

(You're not seeing things.  I really did post another picture of myself in bed.  In my baby koala nightgown.  Again.   That's how much I love you guys.  I know you're just blown away by my acting skills, on top of my pluckiness.  You're welcome.)