Dedication v Foolishness

I tried at 3 to go out and trot in the warm winter sun on the prairie. Twas not nature's call that stopped me. It was the hospital's call. When the dust of transports, fighting for my job, and paperwork settled it was 11:35pm. Sure, I coulda dressed up warm and headed out with the coyotes, but instead I went barefoot on the treadmill for one 8 minute mile. Bare minimum lately. Oh well, that's the goal and you gotsta do what you gotsta do.