Well, I ran 6.3 on Tuesday, ahead of the storm (25 mph gusts, sustained at 20 mph! fun!) . Felt great, and was looking forward to a nice run last night...there was a break in the weather (or so I thought), so I geared up and stepped outside just as it started to hail. Turned around and went back inside. Boy was I crabby. I decided to make cookies instead, and as I'm in the middle of that endeavor my neighbor calls and asks if I want to go for a W-A-L-K without the D-O-G-S. I couldn't leave my cookies (though I should have since using the mixer aggravated my tennis elbow...but DH didn't want to take over, even though the cookies were rechnically for him). Poor DH, having to put up with me last night.

Cloudy and showery today but hopefully I'll be able to get out this evening. For sanity's sake I need to. I'm always amazed at what just one cloudy day does to my psyche.