Yeah, I didn't get up early this morning. My alarm went off, and I shut it off so fast you'd think it was on fire. Then, I rolled over and went back to sleep. My husband tried to do his part to motivate me, he said: "I know you don't want to hear this, but if you go for your run now, you'll be happy you did it."
Sweet, isn't he?
I didn't even give him a response. I hate it when he tries to motivate me; it makes me want to choke him.
So that means I'll probably do it tonight, or tomorrow night. I don't know if I'll ever grow up and become a morning runner.
For now, I've been sitting here craving pancakes, so I'm thinking of running to the store and picking up some milk and making some pancakes. They sound delicious, don't they? Mmmmm, cakey-cakes.