I knew that I would have a couple of quiet hours on my hands. Our wooden floors are in desperate need of cleaning. The furniture is need of dusting. And, I also needed to get a run in. Did I want to get a couple of things crossed off of my list for the weekend? Or did I want to run and have to shower and get ready again? After some contemplating, I opted to get on my running clothes and head down stairs on my treadmill. Three miles turned into five. And I'm so happy that I chose the five miles over scrubbing my dirty floors. They are still there. Dirty as ever. I will get to the sometime soon. But, first I focused on me.
Always choose the run!