But not today.
I hate the running rut. Hate it, hate it, and hate it. How’s that for being nearly 40? I do know how to throw a tantrum. It’s a special gift I possess that I should think about regifting to someone just as special.
I am sitting here thinking about running but my body doesn’t want to get out of this chair. Even though the sun has peaked out for a few moments . . . I love the sun, I should seize the sun. With sunscreen of course.
Why is it so easy to stick to a running program when you have other people committed to it too? I do love to run, but I question my independence. If my actions were those of a runner who truly wanted to run, then I would run alone. All by my me and just me, me, me. Why is that so hard? I just don’t know if I have it in me to do it. Yes I do, no, yes, no. Errrrrrr. I want to errr the crap out of myself. I know I can do it. I can, I can. I will.
Must go change into running clothes now.
Someday soon let us hope my posts start having some sort of coherence.