Thinking vs. Exercising

As I slowly attempt to get back into the school routine and incorporate physical fitness into my daily schedule, I notice a few things.

First of all, I like working out in the am way better than at night. My nights are better left to more useful things like vodka and procrastination.
But, one issue here is I really enjoy sleeping. I'm just good at it - it's a gift. I'm also very good at getting talked into and out of things by myself and others.

Examples:

Take this shot.
Ok

What is that?
I don't know, why don't you eat it?
Ok

Hey, let's go to the bar!
Ok

If I hit the snooze button one more time, I can get 7 more minutes of sleep. I don't need to shower today.

Let's just swim across the river.
Cheddar, you are NOT a good swimmer.
That doesn't matter...

Peer pressure is not the problem. People just take advantage of my easy going nature.

In my futile attempts to run, I have started a running program. Now, I have never been a very good long distance runner. Sure I like sports but I avoided all the heavy running ones. Soccer. Track. Cross Country. Ew
Baseball's fine because you only need to run short distances. Hockey, even better, you skate on ice!

This running program has intervals of run/walk to make it easy for us beginners. I start at 2:2 intervals. But, what goes through your head when you run? Mine goes something like this:

Wow, I could run forever. Maybe I'll do more than 2 minutes.
Don't forget to breathe.
Oooh I like this song!
Two minutes is up already?! Easy

But, as I continue the intervals my thoughts become less and less optimistic.

I still have to read those chapters, post my notes, print those pages, and finish the essay.
What am I going to wear tomorrow? I hate my clothes.
Only 1.5 minutes left. I can do this.
I should call mom and dad when I get back.
I need to change the song.
Only 1 minute left.
When I get back I'll have to shower, change, read, do laundry, and finish that essay.
45 more seconds.
If I walk the rest of the way that's still exercise.
I think my legs just got heavier.
What am I going to have for supper? I think I need to get groceries. I have to fill up my gas too.
10 seconds left. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Really, the brain is the body's worst enemy. These two need to start working together.
Maybe I'll just get rid of some of those extra brain cells with vodka.