I Don't Want To

I haven't had a "I have nothing to post" post since May. 

This might be how I round out July.  Fuck. July is over. August starts tomorrow. How'd that happen??

I usually end the month with a Record of the Month segment, but I have nothing new to review. 

Yesterday (today, as I draft it), was the first time I actively tried to talk myself out of running. I'm sure I've had days where I'm all like, "ehhhh, I don't wanna", but I go anyways. 

This was more of a feeling I had back when I was in middle school not wanting to go to football practice (oh yes! me. one year only.  hated it!!!) or basketball practice (oh yes! me. one year only.  hated it!!!) or track (oh yes! me. one year only.  hated it!!!) or little league (oh yes! me. one year only.  hated it!!!).

It was weird to have the feeling of a knot in your stomach to make you not want to go creep back in so many years later. And no mother to try to convince not to take me. 

I had only myself to convince, and as it turns out, I wasn't horribly good at coming up with a good enough reason not to go. My mother probably would agree the same was true decades earlier. 

So I went. 

The first mile was horrible, but the first mile is always a lie. The rest were fine, if not sweat-inducing. And I made it back to my car - and home - before the rain actually hit. Too bad - running in the rain would have held some relief. 

As it would turn out, I'd end up grilling in the rain. Not the MGM musical you'd think it would be. 

Song by: Elvis Presley