I have a confession to make

I recently went on a 10 day trip, first to Rochester, NY and then to Santa Clarita (L.A.), CA. I brought my running gear. It never left my bag.

I planned on running, I had even looked up some routes online before I got there, but no one told me that the neighborhood was scary. Between the 40 degree weather (stores here don't even sell clothing for that kind of cold), and the dude that was stalking me before I even left hotel property, I decided a run could wait.

Then I got to my brother's place in L.A., got a cold, and decided sucking in ash from the fires was also enough of a deterrent. What can I say, I'm a wimp. Now I'm back home and almost done with my cold. No excuses, I gotta go do something, this confession is bad enough, I don't want to do another one next week.