Friday, June 03, 2005
discipline (or lack thereof)
I need a chart.
I can't express the importance of having a chart fully enough.
A chart is filled with runs and days. You look at the day, you do the run, you cross it off. If you don't do the run, the chart stares at you in empty, googly-eyed reproach:
"You jerk," the chart says. "You didn't do the run. Now this "5" will stay here forever, like a scarlet number, a blank spot on your tubby soul."
No chart. No run. No discipline. No sub-two-hour half marathon.
I can't express the importance of having a chart fully enough.
A chart is filled with runs and days. You look at the day, you do the run, you cross it off. If you don't do the run, the chart stares at you in empty, googly-eyed reproach:
"You jerk," the chart says. "You didn't do the run. Now this "5" will stay here forever, like a scarlet number, a blank spot on your tubby soul."
No chart. No run. No discipline. No sub-two-hour half marathon.
