With all five children home for Christmas vacation I've been having some trouble squeezing my runs in. To be more specific: I didn't squeeze them in.
With my body getting no exercise, my thoughts started running around, taunting me and saying things like: 'You're gonna lose all the stamina you've build up! What are you, a runner or not?!'
In the end I just couldn't take it anymore, so I rushed upstairs to my bedroom and dressed hurriedly in my running clothes. I ran passed the piles of laundry, the smelly toilet, nearly broke my neck over some shoes lying around, and finally managed to run my way out the door.
Ah, what bliss! The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and I was outside running.
So a thank you to my pesky thoughts for getting me out the door.