Except I didn't. Run that is.
So the weekend went like this - I was really really tired all week, fighting a cold that the rugrats are spreading around the classroom. On Saturday morning, I had a sore throat and swollen glands, so I stayed in bed until noon and read one of my books. (The Rosie Project - which is hilarious, and an easy read, and reminded me a lot of Sheldon from Big Bang Theory). I finally got up and ate around 1pm and then went out and ran some errands. When I got home, I spent the rest of the afternoon/evening reading. I finished Rosie and started The Secret Life of Bees - another page turner.
Last night I slept like a log (which is rare for me) and managed to sleep in until 9:30. The sore throat had more or less disappeared but I took it easy for the morning and then I went into work for about 3 hours. By the time I got home, I didn't really have time to go for a run because I was taking my daughters out for a birthday dinner.
Now it's almost 9pm and I am going to settle into bed early, watch Homeland and get a good sleep so I am prepared to fight the bugs this week. I am hopeful that I will go for a run tomorrow.