Meg and I planned to go for our usual Sunday run this morning, but when we first woke up it was raining. Then a couple things conspired to delay us getting going, but we dressed in our running gear, planning to get to it. It continued to rain off and on. Eventually we checked the weather forecast and found out it could be raining any time from now until -- Armageddon, I guess. So Meg's wavering between running right now (after 11:00, and I still haven't had anything to eat), and running tomorrow AM. She asked me what I wanted to do. I hemmed and hawed. She asked again and I said, "I want to eat breakfast!" So she got more specific; when did I want to run?
Anyway, we ran right then. While I was running I was thinking that, for me, putting "want" and "run" in the same sentence without a negative is just never going to make a true statement. I STILL never want to run. I do like how I feel knowing I went, though.
Anyway, we ran right then. While I was running I was thinking that, for me, putting "want" and "run" in the same sentence without a negative is just never going to make a true statement. I STILL never want to run. I do like how I feel knowing I went, though.
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