T Minus Eight Months, Seventeen Days and a bit of change

As I type, it is raining outside. Which is conventionally, the place you would most expect to find said rain and so that is good. It is good for the plants and grass, too. What it is not good for is my discipline. It is a large storm now and the hour is late, and so there is little chance I would be choosing to have a walk/run/stumble just now. The few hardy drops lazily skimming downward earlier this evening truly should not have been enough to deter my attempt at that time, however. Granted, I have not felt well the past day or two, but I am concerned that even without that additional very valid excise, that I would have happily stayed in regardless. I am the inventor, creator, and chief patron of what I call the Composite Copout. It isn't simply the rain, or feeling a bit under the weather, or not being able to find socks, or that I barely ate that day so do I really need to exercise? It's that each of these things comprises a small part of what seems to my extremely well-developed procrastination gland to be a toweringly righteous monolith of justification. I have convinced myself that truly, no sane human could possibly be expected to perform the most basic of tasks, regardless of the goal, under these harsh conditions. The justification tower is made of Jenga blocks, I must remember, only huge ones...large, and heavy, and lacking in any stability. I will meet a bad end one of these days under the determined weight of my own self sabotage. It's a sad state of affairs when my self destructive tendencies are more determined than I am!

So tomorrow, if the rain comes, which it is supposed to, I won't let a few drops get in the way. I will go out and take it slow on slick macadam if need be, or stay in and dance like a spaz to my iPod. Whatever I have to do, I will avoid at all possible those vicious tumbling blocks.