I should go. I should do it.
I hate running. It’s stupid and hard.
Maybe there are other ways? Lifestyle changes, eating better, etc?
I could just do a long, invigorating walk in the park tomorrow instead.
But I said I was running. I told everyone I was going for a run.
I should go.
Maybe my running clothes are all dirty, I’ll probably need to do laundry first.
Oh. Nope, there’s a clean set.
What have I eaten today? Maybe I need more digesting time. Or actually, maybe it’s been so long that I’m going to be too hungry. Maybe after the next meal, then.
Or I could just go.
I need to cross it off the list. I’ll ostensibly feel good if I do it. Maybe.
Fine, I’ll go.