Arguing with myself

Every time my alarm goes off at 6am, I have an argument with myself. I think, “Do I really have to get up and run?” The answer is YES. I do. Today these were my just-get-out-of-bed-and-run arguments:

1. NO MORE EXCUSES! Didn’t I just say I was going to stop making excuses? And I knew if I waited to go after work I would have SOME excuse. So just do it before my brain can think of too many excuses.
2. It’s hot, and I’m already sweating. I figured if I’m going to be sweaty regardless, I may as well get a workout out of it.
3. People are counting on me. Yesterday I got a very generous donation from my Uncle Doug (I even did an I-got-a-donation dance!) and now I’ve almost reach my fundraising goal. Which means that I’m accountable to someone. People are expecting me to do this so dammit, just do it.

So I did. The first 10 minutes of my run, I was kind of like a zombie. I was even running weird. It took a while to work out the kinks, but I did. Other than that it was a very uneventful run. I did ALMOST come home with a little wiener dog. I saw him tied up to the fence and thought that someone had left him there. (I was told so far this year that over 20 dogs have been left in that park this year alone. So I’m on the lookout.) But apparently the teeny tiny weenie dog belonged to the big huge muscle man who was working out in the park. Go figure!

Other than that, it was just a normal half asleep 6 am run.

BTW Just because I've almost reached my fundraising goal, doesn't mean you shouldn't donate. You should be the one to put me over the top! Donate now.