drop the 'tude

"Drop the 'tude" has been one of my parents' most commonly used phrases since I hit puberty.

Pessimistic, vocal, and pious have made me a slew of friends over the past decade and a half and have limited me in ways I'm still trying to overcome.

It's easier to be angry than productive.
It's easier to blame than persevere.

I should have two runs in already this week, but they haven't happened and tonight, I'm on the couch after class, wanting nothing more than to watch a Muppet movie and eat some popcorn.
How am I going to run a 5k in 6 weeks and two days when I don't know if I'll make it a half a mile?

Poop.

Taking deep breaths.

I took it on. It's no one else's fault that I decided to do this all at once. I need to stop whining and handle it.
No one's handing out medals at the finish line. No one needs to hear excuses.

I just need to remember how good it feels when I finish something.
I need to be grateful that I'm cleared to run again.
I need to be grateful that I have people in my cheering section.

Met with my advisors yesterday.

More on that delightfulness this weekend.