Best laid plans

I had every intention of getting up this morning to just crush a long run. I've had a good weekend so far — 5 miles Friday night followed by a quick 5-miler outside yesterday.

But now, once again, the unpredictability of life has gotten in the way.

I planned to awaken early before everyone got up to hit the country roads just beyond my neighborhood — a nice hour out and an hour back — but the sound of hard rain and strong wind gusts at my bedroom window scuttled my plans. Fine, I thought, I'll sleep a bit longer and hit the gym. Foiled again, this time by a promise I remembered I gave my son to go to the bookstore so he could spend the gift certificate that's been burning a hole in his pocket since Christmas.

So I'll go after the bookstore, right? Wrong. Damn those cursed Indianapolis Colts and their 3 p.m. game and my neighbor with his brand new 62-inch HDTV twisting my arm (okay, he didn't have to twist all that hard).

And after the game? Maybe. But by then it'll be dark, the gym will be closing and I won't be able to get in much more than three miles or so. Plus the fact that my wife will have been with the kids the whole time I'll be watching the game.

And so the day has slipped away before it has even begun.

At least I've found time to blog.

Happy running.