Sunday morning and I would love to sleep in. Why don't these two dumb dogs get it? It's Sunday morning, we don't have to get up early! Someone needs to breed a small dog with a very large bladder (A Bladoodle?). Ok, already, quick walk around the block.
I should do my run......but the Sunday paper is wrapped in plastic like a gift waiting for me on the welcome matt. It's calling my name, telling me to pour a cup of coffee, get comfy on the sofa and emerse myself in it.
Will I have the self disipline to run later if I choose to answer its call?
Maybe not, shouldn't take the risk.
The rain has washed the earth, and the sun is warming it up.
Mile 7 done, Hello Sunday!