I'm going to go running this morning. I don't want to.

I'm going running this morning. I'm going to continue this fight for another day. I'm going to do it because I like controlling what I can control. Not really wild about running, but I am wild about deciding what my body likes versus being told what it likes. Know what I mean?

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