Motivation

I did not want to run three miles yesterday. I tried very hard to procrastinate. I ate a light dinner, threw a load of laundry in the washer and played with my dogs. I even tried to take a nap. But I didn't sleep long, and I didn't sleep well. I felt guilty. It was Thursday, and I was supposed to run. I needed to run.

But even guilt wasn't a good enough motivator to disengage my lazy behind from the couch. It was time to bring out the big guns: ice cream. I love ice cream so much it is almost embarrassing. Ask my husband, he'll tell you. There are days where, if I haven't been able to get to the grocery store that week, we may not have so much as some crumbs in the cupboard and a gallon of milk in the refrigerator teetering on its expiration date. But we always, always have some kind of ice cream or ice cream product in the freezer. Like I said, it's almost embarrassing.

I struck a deal with myself - after my run I could indulge in the frosty, tasty, chocolaty goodness of an ice cream bar in front of the TV. Deal! Fifteen minutes later I was fussing with my I-Pod playlists as I began my first lap around the park. Sometimes I am still just a little kid.