Why do I even bother trying to talk myself out of runs? It always ends up that I enjoy them. I'm always happy once I get going. Yet, every morning, I lay in bed thinking of all of the reasons I DON'T want to run. Even once I've got my shoes on and the Garmen has located me, I am still trying to come up with reasons not to run. Why bother? I like running. I really like running. I just must also really dislike the thought of running. So, why do I even bother thinking about it? I should just do it. I will be happy I did. Geeing motivated to run, seems to be the lesson I have to learn over and over each and every day. I am apparently a very slow study.
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