On the bus ride home, I mapped out a route of the neighbourhood at the back of my head. This is going to be the route for my run later, I thought. I placed everything into sequence: reach home by 6 30, wash up a little, set out the dining table, wait for break fast and chillax till 8 then head out for a run. Perfectly fitted, innit?

Now it's 8 04 and I'm feeling a tad too lazy. All I want to do is take a long hot shower and comatose till the next morning. Hmm, maybe not. I just told my sister that I felt like going for a run and she replied with full enthusiam, "Go. Just go!"

Now I'm kinda pumped up.