I have spent the last month sorting out our mountains of paper clutter, fifteen minutes a day. Today is the 20th of the month and I have now, finally, tamed the mountains of paper. So... we had about five hours worth of paper clutter around the house. *shudder*
One of the gems I came across were some old Myers-Briggs personality tests. I have always come back ENTJ - the "E" of which one of my friends questioned. "Really?" she said. And I shrugged. Because it really depends on my mood whether I'm going to be the life of the party or hiding in the kitchen.
One place that I am definitely an "E" - getting my energy through social interaction - is running. C can go off for hours at a time by himself and come back glowing (though he is currently claiming to be the strongest E ever on the planet - yes, we got distracted by Wikipedia...). I find that a run with company seems to pass in mere moments, while a solitary run is... longer.
Every Saturday, I wake up thinking that I could just stay in bed. And every Saturday, I see that I have left my running kit out and so, of course, I have to put it on. And having donned my stretchy, breathable spandex, I have to eat a healthy, appropriate-to-running breakfast. And having eaten my porridge with a bit of fruit, I then have to get in the car and go to Sevenoaks. And then, before I even know what has happened, I am hitting the coffee shop glowing (or something less glamorous than glowing... trust me) with fresh air and exercise. It's the reminder of my post-run high that gets me to set out my trainers on a Friday night, since I don't want to miss out.
The next step is getting out this Wednesday night - clearly the morning momentum isn't going to get me out in the evening, but I'll just try to recapture the memory of my post-run bliss and see if it can get me out the door on a dark and stormy night.
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