Sometimes I go for a run and my feet are dragging, I'm bored and all I want to do is go home. Those are the days when senior citizens pass me by, as do toddlers on their tricycles. A little voice inside of me keeps whispering: 'Why don't you go home! Then you can eat that big mars bar. You know you want to!'
But I know that little voice and I know it's not too bright. So I say reassuringly: 'I'll just run to that tree over there, and then we'll go home.' And once I've reached that tree I say: 'So, now I'll just run to that lovely tree over there, and then we'll call it quits.'
This way I lie and cheat my way fifteen minutes from home and then I whisper: 'Well, it'll take fifteen minutes to get home. We might as well run.' And since the stupid voice wants nothing more than to lie down on the couch it agrees. After all: running is faster than walking.
Although honesty is the best policy, sometimes lying gets your further.