Pant, Pant, Pant

Just got back from running. I have been so into the running lately (read: complete slackass who hasn't run in over a week.) I think I have running-induced amnesia. I always have a good time when I run, but then the next day when I contemplate going running, all I can think is, "uunngghhh...I don't wanna gooo...waaah." So, I am documenting the fact that I had a good time so that maybe when tomorrow comes I'll be like, "waahh...oh wait, Samantha from yesterday said she had a good time! Maybe it won't be that bad!"

Note: If you have to mediate conversations between your past and future selves, you might be nuts.