I've been procrastinating the official running start. I've gone out for a jog here and there, but my heart hasn't been in it - my heart's actually be adamantly against it, giving my ribs a good thumping at every attempt at exercise. Mother Nature seems to think running's a bad idea too. Last Thursday I skipped the group run, and here's why:

Of course, that snow quickly melted, so I was preparing myself mentally to run early this week. But then this happened:

Bless the weather for encouraging my laziness! But then today - the group run day - the sun suddenly breaks through - the roads start drying - trees are lifted off running paths. I'm having trouble finding a loophole today.

But then I remembered - my new couch is being delivered today! It's like a cocoa-colored cloud sent from heaven, draped with a stain-resistant microfiber covering. I've been daydreaming of it for days and now that it's home-coming has arrived, how can I abandon it in it's very first moments as my couch?

That'd just be cruel. I owe it to the couch, after it's long journey from South Portland, to cancel any plans and cuddle it 'til morning, right?