I am way behind on my marathon training. All of a sudden it hit me: I am PISSED about that. Running is my thing. It's what I do. I have plans and goals, and I fell off the wagon. Dammit. There is no reason I can't force myself out of bed in the morning to squeeze in the needed miles. I fell off the wagon because I'm lazy and unmotivated. That is not okay.
So I'm going for a run - right now. And again tomorrow. And every damn day that the calendar tells me to.