Ahhhh, every morning the sun peeks through my bedroom blinds and another day on this beautiful planet commences. As I wake up and stretch myself out, I tinker with the age old question and think to myself… should I go for a run this morning?
My mind is telling me “Yes! Go! Move your body, get some fresh air! You fat, sad, sack of shit, be active! It’s good for you, and you’ll feel so much better and energized after!”
But my body… my body is telling me, “Nooooooo. Stay in bed. You know how good this warm blanket and cozy sheets feel right now? Well it’ll feel even more nicer when you pull up your phone and start your morning by scrolling endlessly through whatever cheap, internet videos Facebook has curated for you. You don’t want to go for a run. Hell, you don’t even want to get out of bed to use the bathroom. Stay in, king.”
Well crap, I can’t argue with that. But as the sun pipes through my windows, I can almost feel the crisp air brushing across my face. I have the energy, I have the stamina, I should do it. Wait what? There’s a new Architectural Digest celebrity home walkthrough on YouTube? Hold on, I have to see what Neil Patrick Harris’s Armoire looks like.
And, well…. I did just drink a whole glass of water, there’s nothing worse than running on a full stomach, that’s how you get cramps, you know. I guess, unfortunately, my body wins again, and I will not be going for a morning run. Maybe tomorrow morning, or the next one, or the following. Hell, there’s seven days in a week, one of them has to be good.