Guilt gets the better of me

Wake up this morning and it’s pouring. Real cats and dogs pouring. The wuss in me wins out, and Tuesday sprints are canx’d in favor of staying in bed.

It nagged at me all day, so finally, after the boy was in bed, and the baby was well on his way, I broke out the bike and rollers, and knocked off 20 minutes while watching the Blues Brothers. I have seen the light.