tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053710396476222342.post2151583694612713471..comments2023-09-25T05:36:42.296-07:00Comments on See Fluffy Run: Dear God, I don't feel like running.Rozettehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02901595993144780703noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053710396476222342.post-46179950371485797832010-05-12T18:15:12.920-07:002010-05-12T18:15:12.920-07:00Thanks Kris!Thanks Kris!Rozettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02901595993144780703noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2053710396476222342.post-90407804458569969512010-05-12T10:35:06.843-07:002010-05-12T10:35:06.843-07:00You sound like me in the morning...except it's...You sound like me in the morning...except it's not just for running...lol. I have found that telling myself (and my family) that I am getting up to run (or hit the gym) in the a.m. helps. I'm the kind of person who feels she has to do what she says she is going to do...and by telling the family, I feel like I have to stay accountable....but more importantly, I need to stay accountable to me. I live in a flat town, too...however, if I was to run in a different direction for about 1/2 mile, I'd be at a hill...a pretty drastic one at that...which is why I run in the other direction...lol. I've actually considered running up it...but it's pretty narrow and I don't want to be dealing with the cars on it. <br /><br />I agree with you - if my flab was to miraculously disappear, I'd be filling my face...it is the hard work I put in each day that makes me stop and think about what I'm putting into my body.<br /><br />Keep doing what you are doing....drag it out of bed...and get the miles in that you can. You know what it takes...and I believe in you.Krishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10679771583217557179noreply@blogger.com