a r a j a n e . d i a r y l a n d . c o m

justifying // 2002-11-07

last night i planned to do my six-mile run, but by the time i got home from work it was pouring down rain. i tried to talk myself into running anyway ("you'll be such a hard-ass--this will make you a runner," i tried to tell myself) but instead i talked myself right out of it ("are you nuts? you're gonna get all wet and then you'll get sick and you can always wait until tomorrow or another day when it's not raining"). so instead c and i ate platefuls of cheese (and beans and rice) at el gallito and then cozied up on the couch for an evening of slothfulness.

but today i thought about ms. kitty and her chum garloo running a friggin' marathon in new york--and garloo with a spasming back from hell, no less, and i felt like a total pussy. that's right, a pussy. so tonight when i got home i charged right out there in the rain and ran my six miles and probably got wetter than i would have if i had mustered up the nerve to run last night. i was drenched and exhausted, but at least i did the run.

yeah.

before // after

new
old
profile
email
guestbook
diaryland
tennis
postcards
movies
flickr
audioscrobbler
43 things
www.flickr.com