A good friend of mine wants to run with me this weekend. I’m crashing by his place so I’d have to bring my gear with me. Lo and behold, the genius me has forgotten to wash his gear from yesterday.
“My gear is dirty,” I think to myself “Guess we won’t be running.” Secretly, the lazy me smiles from ear to ear.
I love disappointing the lazy me. An excuse is easy, but looking through my wardrobe for a short pants and a good running shirt is worth the trouble. It’s an easy fix that will cause a sweaty and sore me later on, but a happier me in the end.
Excuses can come in any way, shape, or form, it’s just easy to forget that if your mind is creative enough to come up with reason why you can’t, then it sure as hell can come up with a reason why you can.
I Hate Eating Right 