Signed up to run this funny 5K where you pass by cannons that shoot washable dye at you. Fine. Sounded good. Planned to do it with some pals.

Come to wake up this morning and it's 34 degrees with precipitation. A wintry mix. Took the dog for a walk and frowned into the spitting rain. Texted running friend Erin and said, "Hey, do you want to run or can we just go out to breakfast."

"Breakfast!" she said,

"Oh, thank The Lord," I said. Put on some jeans and combed my hair, then got worried that I'd misunderstood.

"Just to cofirm," I texted. "I'm not wearing running clothes?"

"No running clothes," she said. "Just breakfast."

I breathed a sigh of relief. "Praise Jesus," I replied.

We passed all the morons on their way to the race. They were shivering on street corners.

"I bet the dye will be like paste," Gia said.

Yeah. It would be so stupid to run.