First week - fail!

Well, I may have created a new record for the earliest failure on a running plan. Ever.
I started with incredibly good intentions, even ripping myself out of bed two early, early mornings in a row to run. But then on Thursday, my cross-training day (oh yes, for those who don't know, a running plan not only has running four times a week, but throws in a cross-training day of biking, swimming or weight-lifting for fun. Yay.), it was the Ecology Ottawa dinner, and my work day began at arond 7:30am and ended at 1:30 in the morning.
I considered getting on my bike once I got home and going for a nice friendly bikeride in my druggie, pimp and drunk university student-infested neighbourhood, but I was totally exhausted, so dehydrated that my lips were entirely chapped, and had a wicked headache. Friday was a rest day so I was off the hook then, but Saturday was the day of my first long run (90 minutes). No problem, right? I mean, I'm used to getting up relatively early on Saturdays for a fitness class, and without the drinking can now look forward to many hangover-free days, which makes it even easier. However, because I'm heading off for vacation for the next two weeks, all of the work items that I was going to have done earlier had been pushed back because of the dinner (who knew a dinner for 200 people would eat up so much time?), so that's why I found myself at the office at 7:30am on a Saturday.
All day, I had thoughts of my run. I mentally worked backwards in my schedule to see where it would fit. But between cleaning off my desk, doing final drop-offs of items for the dinner, then repping Ecology Ottawa at an event that night, I found I had NO free time until 11pm.
Sunday I did make it out for a very short run, but this whole week has clearly illustrated to me that fitting training into my schedule is going to be an incredible challenge.
Luckily for me, I've got many motivated friends who've kindly offered to go running with me. Of course, what they don't realize is:
1) I'm slow. So slow that it's likely that the temperature of the earth will have risen a few degrees by the time I get to kilometre 5, and as a result, extreme weather events will likely destroy all the nice NCC pathways, so we won't even have to worry about getting to kilometre 6.
2) They'll have to carry a defibrillator with them to revive me when my heart gives out after about 55 minutes of running.
3) I don't really run. What I do is more akin to throwing my body forward in a jerky manner while trying not to trip on my own feet. It's sort of like watching someone have continual seizures combined with complete uncoordination. It's beautiful, really.

But I will perserver. Or at least completely destroy my body, mind and willpower in the process.