Ok, here's how it went....
I started school last Wednesday, and I had planned for this year, to wake up at 5am to go running. Therefore, I did have a plan. But, since I started school on such an odd day, I told myself: "Self, let's start Monday" And that was my next plan. (E for effort, ok? ;P) So, Sunday, I told my sissy and lil bro about my plan, one laughed and the other said "awesome, me too"... I'll let you figure out who was what lol. So yeah.. my plan for the whole new year was to wake up at 5am and go running for about an hr. Yay lol. On our way home last night I saw something terrible. Every sidewalk had a HUUUGGEEE wet spot. And living in Illinois, one can assume that it's just water.......... in 16 degree weather.. so that water is actually ice. One can conclude: If I wake up and run at 5am, when 5am has no way of seeing anything but darkness, I'm gonna die.
Ok, well, mostly everyone would conclude that you'd twist your ankle, but knowing me (the clumsiest person living on this planet), I would somehow find a way to break my ankle, kiss the ground, and probably bust open my head... therefore death.
Sooooooo......I figured it all out in mee head last night... and just had a question linger in that head. Is running and getting back in shape worth the risk of possible death at age 17? I think not.
Running, you're gonna wait til the spring.
I so need motivation now :/ hahah but hey! I did have a plan...