My motivation... she is gone.

I keep meaning to run. I collect all my things, and have them ready. I slept in my running tights the other day, thinking there was NO WAY I'd wake up and take them off without running.

And yet I did.

I meant to run Saturday morning, which is my hands down favorite time to run. Instead, I packed up #1 and ran errands, all day. I had virtually nothing in my house, and we seriously needed to restock. I did major grocery shopping the Saturday we went to the hospital (Baby in tow, because I thought she just needed to get out of the house. Oops.). All that produce, no good. Had to start fresh. Sigh.

I meant to run Sunday afternoon, my second favorite time to run. But by the time I got "motivated", it was too hot to run outside, and the Bravo TV schedule looked unappealing.

I meant to run yesterday morning, and didn't. Baby looked at me getting dressed, and notified me that it was still dark, and to go back to bed. So I did. Because, apparently, the 4 year old is the boss of me.

I meant to run last night, but left work late, traffic was bad, #1 started puking.

I meant to run this morning, but it was cold.

I meant to run. I really did. Every time I thought about it, it sounded fantastic.

Then it was actually time to run, and I talked myself out of it.

I've heard this from other runners, and I'm positive I've said it to, but you'll never regret running. You'll probably regret NOT running, but you'll never regret running. It's true. I feel sucktastic every time I skip a run.

But I keep skipping them! Over and over and over.

I mean. I'm still super psyched about running. I still read a jillion running blogs. I'm still stoked about the Princess Half. I just... can't make myself do it.

Sigh.

So, I guess I'm posting this for you all to see. Tonight? I run. 3 miles. It's on my plan, and I will do it. No whining. No excuses. No laziness. No guilt. Just shut up and run. That's it, and that's all.

And tomorrow, when I report back with how my time was sucktastic because I haven't run in 3 weeks, you can all remind me that it's my own stupid fault for not shutting up and running to begin with.