Breakfast trumps running

I got up to run, and changed my mind when I saw that the temps were barely 30.  I've switched over to my spring/summer collection and am not pulling back out the insulated tights till October.  Besides the fam was going to breakfast.  Breakfast on the weekends is interesting, the parents-of-young-children-who-get-up-a-the-crack-of-dawn crowd are the ones opening the diners and bakeries across the city.  We roll up disheveled and unkempt, kids are often still in PJ's.  Nodding to other group members as we stumble towards the highchairs.  Waitresses take pity on us and keep the coffee cups filled to the brim without being asked to.  We are gone without a trace before the lines form and the rest of the world shows up for breakfast.  By that time we are home, praying for a nap but too hyped from all the coffee to partake ourselves.  Breakfast is by far the greatest meal to take the kid out for.  He's wired and spends the meal turned completely around in the high chair tossing pancake at the TV and waving at the other diners, allowing for a few moments of uninterrupted conversation.  And because the majority of other diners are in the same boat...NO ONE CARES!  It's great!  No need to fret, I was going to forget all about running until post nap late this afternoon.  The kid woke up in a bad mood, who knows why, but nothing worked.  After listening to 20 minutes of screaming, we tossed him in the jogger and hit Lincoln Woods.  Lucky for us whatever was bothering him at home didn't follow us on the run, allowing for just under an hour of peace.  No long run, no biggie as I have a long ride followed by a run planned for tomorrow.  The hip is still being pissy so a long run today might have been a bit too much.  

Miles run today: 5 (adjusted for stroller could count for 7.5)