Excuses and lies

When I got home from work last night, the LAST thing I wanted to do was go run.

Here are some of the excuses that ran through my head:

I worked late
I'm too tired
I'm so sore (I cross train once a week. On Tuesday, did nothing but various squats and push-ups for about 30 minutes straight...my butt is killing me!)
I'm hungry
I want to be with Summer
I have no clean running shorts
My blisters need one more day to heal
I should really vacuum

As those excuses were running through my head I started thinking about lies I could tell when someone asked me if I ran:

I DID run!
No...I had to work late and didn't get home 'til 9:30
I had to wash my hair
My car wouldn't start
I couldn't find my keys
I had to perform an emergency appendectomy on a goldfish
Summer ate my shoes

I know, I know! Only a terrible person would lie and say their senior Golden Baby did such a terrible thing.

So I ended up going for a run. No excuses. No lies. It sure would have been easy not to go but I did it for the doggies...and for the safety of goldfish everywhere (This may shock you...but I am NOT a goldfish surgeon)

Be well friends....I now have to go save the world! (lie)