As I was taking the last few steps of my 3 ½ mile run this morning, I mentally chastised myself for not pushing on and doing my regular 6.
It was, after all, a beautiful morning—the only break, according to the forecast, that we would have from the suffocating humidity that we’ve been suffering for the past week and will continue to suffer in the days to come. If I’d wanted to avoid the boredom of the treadmill and get one of my twice weekly 6-milers in outside, today would’ve been the day to do it.
And then suddenly, a sentence popped into my head…something that my 4-year-old had said in response to my father-in-law’s teasing last weekend when he hadn’t jumped into the lake water with his older brother.
“I could do it, but I don’t want to.”
I could do it, but I don’t WANT to!
So nanny-nanny-boo-boo and take that!…me.
Seriously, who the hell was I yelling at inside my brain out there during that run?