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I don’t want to run tonight.  I want to go out to my car and decide it’s too cold outside.

I want to sit in traffic so long that decide to not run.

I want to do some kind of other workout that will count for miles.

I simply don’t want to run tonight.

 

I probably will, though.  And after about 1 ½ miles I’ll stop trying to convince myself to just turn around and go back to the car.

 

I so don’t want to run tonight.

 

I so don’t want to run tomorrow.

 

I just want to go home.  I just want to sleep in.

 

Sigh.