I went running morning and had to talk myself into it. Five minutes later the biting wind and destructive self-talk turned me around. I let myself down and I beat myself up for. The self-will that usually urges me forward every morning must have been left Between The Sheets. My hair whip-lashed in front of my face and all around my head as the cold air pressed against my face. I gave in to the inner child that throws fits, crossing my arms against my chest and basically throwing a tantrum as I walked home. Just tell yourself to ...
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