A conversation with myself

(and my bitches)

Lazy Bitch: I don't want to run. Let's just sit on the couch and surf the net. Maybe eat somethin' sugary and nasty.

Running Bitch: Ohh c'mon, just get your friggin' shoes on and let's get it done! You'll feel better after it's over with.

Lazy Bitch: Ha! Feel better? Nice try, Running Bitch, if you mean feel better as in wanna heave my lungs all over the floor. Couch now.

Running Bitch: You get your ass up NOW and we're going to RUN!

Lazy Bitch: FINE. You clean up the lung hork then.

Running Bitch: Hey, where are our shoes? *slaps forehead* OMG, Forgetful Bitch you left our shoes at school!

Forgetful Bitch: Wha? What did I do now? Did we have a dentist's appointment or somethin?

Lazy Bitch: Well, I'm not going to get them.

Running Bitch: Yes you are...we're going. Bloody hell having to deal with you bitches.


Luckily, Running Bitch won in the end and we all dragged our asses out to run that dreaded twenty minutes.

Know what?

I DID IT!

Yes, sure, I did want to hurl my lungs out onto the floor at the end, and I was sooo overheated (thank you very much universe for making this the hottest friggin day of the year, btw). AND I still feel a bit lightheaded 1/2 hr. later, but

I DID IT!

This Running Bitch ran twenty minutes with zero walking. Who would have ever thought it possible. Not me. No way.

Oh, and I have a bone to pick with one of you! Someone was my 6000 visitor and did not comment and tell me! Frack, man! I ask so little of you! I will get over it...someday. Maybe I'll try again at 7000.

Gonna go pass out now. Buh bye!