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I am apparently having a problem with commitment: I think, at the beginning of each week that I am going to break the 10-mile a week mark (it is a pathetically low bar I have set for myself, and still I fall short. Damn it). Again this past week, things were looking good: I was one 4-mile run away from hitting the mark. But then the weekend hit, and with it all of the unforeseen complications that weekends bring: my sister's car went on the fritz, and she had a friend (a long-staying house guest of ours actually) to get to the airport in Boston(and we do not want her to miss her flight and be stranded on our couch forever. No no no), so then I am without a car (which, you would think, would lead to running, but no: in my head it was too cold outside for that, and only the gym would do--but it was too far away without a car: pathetic, I tell you). And there are also events: $1 beer night was Friday, so there was a great deal of fuss surrounding that--early evening drinking (it starts at 5:09! get there early!) and then the happy friendliness of sweet beer (5 and a half! a new record for me!) caused me to invite all these swell people back to my house, where there was much carrying on and some eating and more beers were drunk (though not by me, actually I was too busy talking I guess) and late night fun was had by all. On Saturday I got up and realized what a royal mess my house was, and how it had been that way even before there had been people drinking beer in it. Rather unfortunate, honestly (and it doesn't help when JLB, who you're making breakfast with, punctuates every movement of spatula or spoon with "its just so dirty. How does your house get so dirty?" Thanks guy, really, thanks) So I spent Saturday avoiding the interior of my house(Ice skating! is there anything better?), and then Sunday I gave in and cleaned it up. On Sunday the cleaning was what I did while I told myself I should be out running. So thats how this all relates, if you're wondering. So here we are again, at the beginning of a new week, with the hope that we make it to ten this time. Really what I need is some more mileage in a single run. That would make things so much easier.