Climb for Hospice

Aaaaaaaaaaaaand we’re back! Seems we had a wee systems issue for a bit there, but we’re back up and running now. Yay!

Ok, so I’m going to admit it: I’ve totally lost my motivation.

Again.

I’ve become all complacent and ‘meh‘ of late, and it’s taking a toll.  I *know* what I have to do, but I’m not bloody well doing it. I’ve become Lazy Pants McGee, and it’s not pretty. And to make matters worse, I have recently discovered that Dairy Queen makes a Peanut Buster Parfait Blizzard!  I KNOW!! It’s a good thing that the nearest DQ is a bit of a drive from here, and it helps that I’m a cheap-o who doesn’t want to waste the gas to get there.  Sometimes being Scottish pays off!

So, yes. I’m a slug. A slugball.

I’m a slobby slugball of Meh.

A slobby slugball of meh, with a Refuse-To-itis infection, wrapped in a vortex of excuse-o-rama.

Excuses, excuses, excuses!  “It’s too windy… it’s too hot… it’s too cold… it’s too far… it’s not far enough… I just washed my hair… the helmet makes my forehead break out… chlorine ruins my skin… I’ll get sweaty… I’m too tired… I just want to finish the last few chapters of my book… the dogs can’t come with me, and that makes me feel guilty… I’ll go tomorrow… blah, blah, blah…”

I’m such a twit. If I were half as motivated as I am creative, I’d be in great shape by now!

I am totally underestimating this climb, and I’m going to be in for a VERY rude awakening if I don’t get my act together soon.

I’m sure I’ll do that tomorrow…