Foiled Plans

I went to bed last night with the plan of getting up this morning for a run. I made it as far as downstairs, and I just couldn't get myself dressed and out the door. I hate that. I hate it when I allow my emotional state to hold me back from something that I know will actually help my emotional state. Guess it's my self-destructive tendencies showing.

I'm trying to see this as just a little bump in the road, but I've gotta be honest - it's tough.

I'm going to make the effort, though. Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming.

Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.