I am procrastinating.
Right at this very moment I intended to be running, but instead I am flitting through the ever-lengthening list of blogs by brilliant beings. (Note to self: alliteration on a Saturday morning feels a bit over-the-top. Maybe on any morning.)
So if I can find five blogs by people who religiously exercise, can we call it good?
I thought not.
The irony of it all is that I *know* that once I prod my sneakers into forward motion, the rest of me likes it. I like the quiet of the morning, watching the neighborhood rub off its sleep. I crave the slapping rhythm of my feet. It's somehow steadying. Renewing. I relish the time to be alone with my thoughts and my God.
And yet here I sit.
Procrastinating.
Pro. cras. ti. na. ting.
P-r-o- oh, okay already, I'm off.
What is it about hands?
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You're so delightful! That gave me such a good laugh. And got me pondering about whether or not I'd enjoy running if I ever made the attempt. =P
LOL you are so cute Nic :) You sound like me, queen of procrastination ;) I would be walking too but alas my foot is injured so I'm stuck with non-on-the-feet exercising. It's not really that fun, but better than nothing at all I suppose!
Good thing you didn't come by my blog looking for someone who regularly exercised. You would have found someone who was licking their fingers after eating a donut... but oh it was good! :)
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