This past Sunday morning, I was sitting in the most comfortable corner of the couch in cozy soft pajamas, drinking delicious maple-flavoured coffee out of my favourite mug. I was waiting for my big, late breakfast to digest so I could go for a run.
And I was whining about it. “I’m so comfy,” I said. “I don’t want to go for a run; I just want to stay here all day.” My husband looked at me over the top of a flyer he was flipping through and raised an eyebrow, but he didn’t say a word.
“If I don’t go, I’ll be sorry later in the week,” I continued. Then I put my head back on the cushion, closed my eyes, sighed deeply and snuggled further down into the corner of the couch.
After a little more whining I looked at the clock. “Nine forty-five. I guess I should go and get it over with,” I said. I dragged my sorry carcass around the house as I got dressed, went to the bathroom, had a drink of water, brushed my teeth, had another drink of water, went to the bathroom again and finally got myself to the door.
“Have a good run,” said my husband.
“Hrmph,” I replied. And off I went.
I ran down a tree-lined street past some old houses and some new houses; I turned into the wind and felt a chill prickle my arms for just a moment before a bead of sweat rolled down my face. I ran down a deserted country road and listened to the birds chirp and sing. I turned a corner and saw some cows grazing right up near the fence; when I came up beside them I said hello and unintentionally scared the cud out of them. Despite feeling a little bad for them I couldn’t help but laugh as they thundered away and a cloud of birds took off from the tall grass. I ran to the bottom of the hill then turned around to go back the way I came. When I got to the cows again they were way across the field – one mooed loudly and I chuckled as wondered if she was cussing at me.
When I got to the end of my street I slowed to a walk and sauntered the last couple of hundred metres home in the sunshine. I came in the front door and my husband appeared. “How did it go?” he asked with a smirk as he handed me a glass of water.
“Awesome, of course,” I grinned.
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