I skipped my run this weekend because I was out until 7 a.m. Saturday. That didn't leave me with much energy to get up and run. Plus it was pouring for a large part of the day.

It was only a 3-miler because it was a recovery weekend, so at least it wasn't a big important mileage run.

I was out late again on Saturday and with the time change it really kicked my butt. Come this morning I was no in mood to get to the gym early. I was thinking about maybe doing my run when I got home from work, but now my throat is all scratchy, so maybe I will nix that plan too and just go home and catch up on some sleep.

This weekend sucked for my training, but it was great because I finally felt at home in the new city. I had places to go and people to go with, which made me really happy about life in general. So when it comes down to it, I didn't mind my training taking a little hit in exchange for feeling at home.