I've got big plans for Pacquiao, big plans, and this week I fully plan to kick them off after my morning run. My morning run that was suppose to happen yesterday but didn't ...and then didn't happen today either.
If my middle name wasn't Michelle then I'd swear it would be Procrastination. These days I am brutal.
Side rant here...to somewhat try to justify my procrastination.
Do you know what it's like to wake up to the sight of your breath as you run your naked body a solid 12 meters to get a sweater because the sweater you laid out last night is now being held hostage by a 47kgs four-legged girl who is simply too cute to wake up?! It's hard, it's super hard and it is how I pretty much wake up every day. I do a "polar bear" run to the juice bar, start the coffee machine and scramble around to get my overnight oatmeal and spoon before the coffee is ready. Then I run with two mugs in hand, back to the bedroom where I cross my fingers and hope when I swing open the door that no four-legged friend has taken over my spot in the bed.
Why all this nonsense and ranting?! Because it's so dang hard waking up each morning in an abandoned building with no heat other than a simple heating blanket on my bed and a coal heater at the front of the club. This is why I have missed out on my running, because it takes all my self discipline and energy to get up and get my coffee and breakfast. Throw in the fact that when I do get back into my bed with my pre-run breakfast, that it takes even more discipline to peel the hands of my handsome half-naked husband off my body and disrupt the pups again as I get up to actually go run. The hardest part is making it to that first step out the door and I've been unsuccessful this week. Once I am out, I'm out. It's the getting out that's so dang Skippy hard!!!
I figure with the weather getting chillier and chillier there's going to be less and less people out on the path I run so I want to eventually work up to having Pac run with me. Right now he's just a wild child. Running loose and free in the club, jumping on me with bursts of energy and he can't really focus on walking in a straight line when he's on the leash. I once tried to make Pyen Chi my running partner but that failed miserably on the second attempt when she remembered the first attempt. She weaselled her head out of the leash's collar and bolted it back home. I had no choice but to sprint after her and I am by no means a speed runner so it was brutal. The plan is to make Pacquiao my official running partner. I figure the morning run will do us all good and by all I mean him, me and both Pyen Chi and Balboa. He's got so much energy so the run will let him release a good chunk of it and he'll return home only to then have to sleep and recharge his batteries. In turn, this will mean no Pac nipping on Pyen Chi's legs and Balboa's ears, egging them on to rough house play with him in the back doggie room.
I've had plans to make Pac my weekday running buddy for some time now but, as I mentioned above, I've been procrastinating on it. This is where I can totally hear my father whispering in my ear, "Don't put off for tomorrow what you could do today".
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