Being lazy

Well, it is perfect workout/walking weather – 80 degrees and a humidity that makes it fell like 87. I would be sweating like a glass of iced tea in Miami. And it would feel so good to get back with soaking hair and clinging wet clothes to sip some flavored water while the endorphins just flow through my brain.

But, I’m not going. Not today and I don’t know why and I’ll probably feel guilty all the rest of the day; but damn it, I don’t want to go. There’s got to be some reverse psychological type of masochism going on here.