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Runnin', Runnin', Runnin', Runnin'

My dear roommate Melissa decided to start running every morning. I decided I should feel morally obligated to run with her. This is how that worked out for me last week.

Monday morning I was going to run with her. The alarm went off....so I turned it off and went back to sleep. Monday night I went to the store and bought new clothes so I had no excuse not to go running with her in the morning. I was totally pumped and completely motivated. I was even going to bed early! Then she broke the sad news to me....she was only running Monday, Wednesday and Friday. So...I slept in the next morning.

Wednesday ... the alarm went off. My motivation rolled over and went back to sleep...so I followed it's example.

Thursday... I was totally pumped to go running again... but it wasn't a running day, so I slept in.
Thursday night I bought a five-hour energy shot (which I have never taken before) so I could take it when the alarm went off at 6:15 and I was sure I would be pacing at the door by the time Melissa was ready to go running.

Friday morning...the alarm went off. I don't even really remember turning off the alarm and going back to sleep. I just remember waking up much later than the time Melissa left to go running.

So, I have come to two conclusions: 1- I hate running. I REALLY hate running because 2- even subconsciously I am trying to sabotage my exercise efforts!

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Baby Sister said…
You're cute. :) I hate exercising in the mornings! I never have the motivation to do it!


Now, go follow my blog!!!! :D
August 2, 2010 at 10:05 PM
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