I could kick myself…

Everytime I don’t drag my butt out of bed to run before work in the mornings I could just kick myself. Because now I have to do it after work when all I really want to do tonight is go to the grocery store, make dinner and veg on the couch.

Instead? I’m going to go home, get into my running clothes and go run some miles. I’d like to do 7 miles tonight, but most likely its going to end up being just 3. It’s very hard for me to run more than 3 miles after work. My job isn’t physically demanding at all but I’m tired at the end of the day. And I don’t want to go run. And now I’m whining.

Get over it Melissa. Just go do it.

Message received. I’m doing it. Tomorrow? Tomorrow I’m going to get up and run before work.

Hopefully.

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