La Belle Dame Sans Regrets

I'm exhausted.

The thought of having to go to the gym tonight and run 4 miles is making my want to throw a major trantrum then collapse into a deep sleep for the next 3 days. My thoughts are battling each other for the title of "best excuse not to run". It feels exactly like this:



I know I'm going to just have to do it. I already made my decision to do it when I signed up for the 1/2. I just have to do it. But, by hell if I'm not going to complain every step of the way tonight. I felt like I was finally in my training groove until this morning. Right now I'm trying to bury that voice that keeps telling me to give up. I'd better throw on a few extra shovels of dirt for good measure.

This cloud of negativity today isn't just raining bad thoughts about running (it's just the easiest to open up about and explain). It's soaking every area of my life. Mostly I just feel like life will never, ever slow down. Every night of the week I have things scheduled. And the weekends aren't any less busy. It's wearing me out. Granted, I'd rather be too busy than too bored. But, still. I'm tired. And to make it worse, I'm freezing. That never helps.

OK, rant over. About 5 minutes ago I figured out why this cloud chose today to share it's gloom. It makes total sense. You know how when you decide to do something that the adversary doesn't like he kind of goes crazy? Oh, he's a sly one. See, I'm planning on going to the temple tonight and he's playing a mental game with me to get me to bag it. Which makes me wanna say "EFF YOU SATAN!" *Can I say that?