So tonight I decided to fake it. I got completely dressed up for a run (toque, mittens, tights and all), got in my car, drove to the grocery store and bought myself a bag of two-bite brownies.
Then I proceeded to drive around town, eating my brownies and listening to some good tunes while my class was taking place. I did this with absolutely no intention of going to the class. I’m not sure who I was hiding from or what I was trying to prove by getting dressed anyway, but somehow, I felt less guilty.After the bag of brownies was empty, I headed back home, satisfied with tonight’s workout.

