I need to do my run. I'm dressed for my run. But for some reason I can't get my bum off the sofa. I doesn't help that I've got a lap dog holding me down (large black lab) but still it's not a good reason not to go. I've never felt like this before I've always wanted to get started.
Time to go before the tea and biscuits start to call out to me. Hopefully I'll feel better once I begin.
Update:
I went out and did 7k, my longest run so far. I'm a happy bunny!