Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last run.

Ok, Fine. It’s way worse than that.

It’s been one week since I even attempted any sort of a work-out type activity. The whole truth is that it’s been one week since I’ve tried to exercise AND during said week I have consistently indulged in things like Bacon Cheeseburgers and Steak Fries, along with the occasional 12 piece nugget from Chick-Fil-A.

And Good Lord in Heaven, I’m not going to lie. Those Steak Fries were delicious.

Over the weekend I should have written a post that was dripping with “Oh my gosh, I’m so awesome because I just ran for 7 miles” type comments. But I didn’t run 7 miles over the weekend. So instead I’m writing this, hoping desperately that my untimely training reprieve doesn’t come back to bite me in the butt next Thursday when I’m running my very first Turkey Trot.

If I can run 6 miles alone, I can surely run 8 miles when motivated by race-day adrenaline and the presence of 50,000ish other runners, right? Right!?