I don't want to beat myself up.

Really I don't. It's only January 5. But I hate how this year is starting for me, fitness-wise. I have yet to really run. Or do much of anything else. I did a half-assed run/walk on New Year's Day, but there were so many other factors involved in that I won't even get started. I hadn't pushed the double stroller in a while and was seriously upset/sad/pissed off about personal stuff that running with the stroller in the cold on a muddy trail was not very smart. I must have been running with my shoulders hunched up tight, because I've been sporting an incredibly sore neck/upper back since. That kept me from my usual boot camp class on Thursday. That, along with my sore throat and the freezing cold temps kept me from running Wednesday and Friday. So I really was planning to run today. Really. But my husband works weekends, so Saturday runs are no different than those during the week: wake the kids, feed them, dress them, bundle them into coats to get to the car to bundle them further into the stroller. All of this after getting myself up and dressed and fed. Today I just don't have it in me. So we're staying in, where it's warm. Maybe the kids will even sleep in a bit (hey, I can dream!). And I'll try again tomorrow. After all, it's only January 5 -- I don't want to beat myself up.