I had planned to go on a long run this afternoon. When you have a child, you have to plan such things because if you do not, they will not happen.

As the saying goes for diets, exercise and anything else that can be easily sublimated by the whims of others, failure to plan is planning to fail.

So today I head out for a long run, as planned, in this:

I will whimper a little whine of self-pity and then go. Because I planned it and because in this I will not fail.