Tomorrow I slog

I have days where I "rally!" and can embrace the pool with sadistic GLEE.

It's just that today isn't that day.  Today I hate the pool.  And yet, tomorrow I slog.  I will get up before the sun, eat something light, and go to the pool for more torture.  I will beat myself until I can barely stand.

My heart craves a run.  My head tells my heart to get over it.  My run tells me it's not speaking to me until next Saturday, so don't bother calling or 'just showing up'.

I just want to run.

But I cannot.

So.

Tomorrow I slog.  Because I must.  I have to.  It's what Those People tell me I should do to stay strong.  The Q agrees it will keep me fit so I can step back into my run.  Even Harry Potter says he's done it, and he's pretty much ~ epic.  But don't tell him I said that, or that I named him Harry Potter, but if this isn't Hogwarts, I don't know what is.....


And so what now?


Well.

Tomorrow I slog.  Because, I must.