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Hot.
Hot hot hot.
Hungry. Queasy.
Every morning I think "aw who cares, I'll eat after I run." By the end of even three miles I begin to understand why some distance runners puke. It's insidious, though: I wake up the next morning and think "Sure, it was icky for a while there, but who cares -- I'll eat after I run."
Same thing with going early in the morning. I'm lounging in bed or reading e-mail thinking "aw, a half hour later won't make much difference" and then by the time I'm done it's in the nineties.
I know a few tricks to get my misbehaving mind to straighten out and fly right. Looks like it's time to dust them off.
Hot hot hot.
Hungry. Queasy.
Every morning I think "aw who cares, I'll eat after I run." By the end of even three miles I begin to understand why some distance runners puke. It's insidious, though: I wake up the next morning and think "Sure, it was icky for a while there, but who cares -- I'll eat after I run."
Same thing with going early in the morning. I'm lounging in bed or reading e-mail thinking "aw, a half hour later won't make much difference" and then by the time I'm done it's in the nineties.
I know a few tricks to get my misbehaving mind to straighten out and fly right. Looks like it's time to dust them off.
