Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The rain dance worked!

Sit back and bask in my glow of excuses:

On the way home last night, I was psyching myself up to go jogging. I was on the subway, hurtling through a tunnel beneath the East River, when destiny intervened: my iPod's battery died. Suddenly, I had two choices. I could either go home alone, wrestle into my workout clothes, and go running in the chilly dark with no music to keep me going. (Barf!) Or, I could get off at the next subway stop, kiss my husband hello, eat Brooklyn's best mac-and-cheese and have a couple of killer cocktails. (Yay!)

As I dabbed away a spot of cheesy goodness from my chin, I thought, "Well, I'll just go for a run in the morning. Early."

But at 6 a.m., the rain was coming down hard in Brooklyn. I'll try again Wednesday morning.

2 comments:

The Brooklyn Sea Hag said...

Where is Brooklyn's best Mac and Cheese? WHERE???

Mary B. said...

Rain dances are handy like that...You could make a poor man's treadmill out of a freshly buffed floor and a pair of fluffy socks. You'll work muscles you never knew you had trying to stay upright! ;)