Addicted

So... Uh... I've got a confession to make. I went running again in the morning. In fact, I've been doing it a lot more than I've let on here. I didn't mean to, it just kind of happened... You know how it is... One thing led to another and before I knew it I was up and running at 4:30 AM. I swear it didn't mean anything to me, and I was thinking of evening running the whole time I was doing it.

It's not what it looks like. I can quit any time I want to. It's not like I'm the only person in the world doing this, there are tons of people who are even worse than me. Besides, I'm only hurting myself.

Yeah, so I'm a morning runner now. I didn't even see this coming, and it happened so quickly. It was a mere 6 weeks ago that I posted how I was dreading getting up to go run in the morning, and now I dread the thought of having to wait until I get home to go run. Me and morning running, we go together like PB and J, like Siegfried and Roy, like Lindsay Lohan and hooch.

It's like I'm having an out of body experience and someone else is controlling my actions, because 6 weeks ago I would have told you that you were out of your dome for suggesting that I'd look forward to morning runs. I am NOT a morning person. I don't understand what's going on. I'm going to be really worried if I start getting actual work done at the office instead of reading blogs and researching fantasy football. I mean, call an exorcist or something because I'm no longer in control here.

Let the intervention begin in the comments, and someone be sure to bring the Holy Water.

Weather Update

I got home from work today and am happy to report that the weather has changed since my last post, the snow has stopped, the ground is dry, and therefore it is with great regret that I must type the following:

Dear Treadmill,
This is the hardest letter that I’ve ever had to write. It just seems like we’ve grown apart, you used to be so much fun. What happened to you? You changed. Don’t take that the wrong way… it’s not you it’s me. I’m just not ready for a commitment.

Before I can be OK with US, I’ve got to be OK with ME. I just want to be friends, besides you deserve better than me. The thing is, there’s someone else. You remember the road, you met her when I brought you home from the store. She’s fun, she get’s me, she’s spontaneous. I’ll always treasure the good times we had.

All that just to say that I didn’t have to run on the treadmill tonight afterall.