It’s been 13 months since my last confession.

What is my sin? I didn’t run yesterday.

This wouldn’t be a huge deal, if I weren’t training for two fallmarathons. Which I am. The Marathon Challenge (Advanced) Plan that I’m following, designed by our very own Bart Yasso, is tough — it has me doing a hill run,  a marathon pace run, and a long run each week, with just one rest day — but I’d been keeping up very well. Until yesterday.

Yesterday, I lapsed. Yesterday, I let Bart down. I let myselfdown.

It’s worth noting that I didn’t spend the day lying around in a robe, watching TV and eating powdered donuts. I did 3 1/2 hours’ worth of yard work, including a crazy amount of edging — using one of those old-school, low-tech edgers, not a fancy gas-powered one. By the time I was done, I was filthy, soaked in sweat, and dehydrated. This morning I woke up sore, feeling worse than I did after last weekend’s 14-miler.

So, at least I hurt. That counts for something, right? And yesterday’s run, while “long,” was a scale-back 10-miler — not 16 or 18 or anything — which made it more skippable, right? And I’ll do my penance on tomorrow’s 8-mile hill run. Right?

Either way, since misery loves company, I figured it was time to re-open the RW Daily Confessional. If you’ve committed a running-related sin recently, share it in the Comments section, below. Then go forth and run.

And remember: No matter what, Bart loves you.