I've only managed to run once this week. It's a disgrace! But on Monday I caught the kids' virus, and puked my guts out. So on Tuesday I was feeling kind of wobbly, and on Wednesday I got my period and my pelvic floor felt like a hammock with too heavy a load in it.
Then came Thursday, and I managed to squeeze my run in, through snow and slippery roads. On Friday I took a day off, and I planned to run this Saturday, but then the Weather Forecast was all: 'Don't go outside, you might get hypothermia,' so I got scared.
Oh well, every day is the first day of the rest of my life, so tomorrow I'll just start again.
That's the great thing about running: it's always there for you, even though you weren't.