This photo is the path to my morning run.

I woke today with absolutely zero interest in working out. This is not a shocking turn of events since I’m never really in the mood to exercise. The best part of any run is the finish. After dropping off my kid at school, I could have easily gone home, ate a bowl of cereal, watched a couple of episodes of Parts Unknown and told myself “you’ll get ’em next time, Champ.” Yes, I call myself Champ. I have a bunch of little pet names for myself. Champ. Kid. Old bologna ass. The list is endless.

But I didn’t go home. I barked out “you’re never going to be in the mood to do anything difficult!” and realized I was still in the school parking lot, and my windows were down and that like five people heard me so now I absolutely had to get the hell out of there.

Four miles later and I felt accomplished AND THEN went home and ate like four bowls of cereal.

Do you know what’s at the end of the path less taken? The rest of the winners.

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