It's Sunday morning and I guiltily have been drinking the entire pot of coffee. I've busied myself with paperwork. I've looked over accounts and balances and the early morning has crept past. I am losing my window of opportunity to get outside before the blaze of the day descends. Well, maybe I don't feel all that guilty about the coffee.
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So no matter what I 'think' it has no bearing on what I 'can'. So the early morning crept past? So I thought. But I shoved the idea aside and went for a run anyway despite the threat of a blaze. It wasn't, isn't, and only existed in my head. I'm so glad I exercised it out. I was sentenced to four miles down, fifty for the month. Guilty as charged.
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