Each one after was more of the same, and I rolled my eyes in frustration. It was too early for this. Maybe I'd be able to figure out how to deal with my screwup in the next five miles, but I wasn't going to be able to do it lying in bed. And I wasn't going to try. With each message I read, and the subsequent voicemails I listened to, my motivation to do anything other than hide under the covers waned.
I found no more clarity in my run than I had in my bed. When I arrived home, sweaty and in need of a shower, I further impacted my day by breaking one of my perfectly manicured nails. My boss would be in the office, so switching polishes wasn't a possibility, and I had no time to do it before work. It was shallow, and I knew anyone else would think it was stupid, but my imperfect fingers we
