theory of color

Today was long and whatever. But all day the stupid voice inside my head was telling me, “Amanda, why haven’t you ran since last week. It’s freakin’ Thursday. Those calories from the entire bag of chips and salsa you ate yesterday ain’t gonna lose themselves. If you wanna drink wine like a drunk everyday you better get back to running. Do it. Jiggly tummy. Jiiiiiggggggllllyyy tummmmy.” Anyway, so I noticed it was windy and all outside. Perfect excuse to not go running, am i right? Don’t wanna fly away, ya know? So, I tell myself, “If it’s reaaaally windy don’t run. Don’t do it. It’s bad for your lungs. You’ll get sick. And die.” So I open my front door and guess what.. it’s perfect outside! WTF, MATE!? This is gorgeous running weather! I like running, I really do. I run a lot. And I enjoy it. But why is it when you really don’t feel like exerting any sort of energy in exercise, the beautiful weather gods come raining on your parade. Seriously? I just want to watch Netflix and eat the watermelon that I soaked in vodka yesterday. Being 21 has done wonders for me. I guess I’ll go. and run. or whatever.