scuttling

I'm in the middle of one of those dangerous battles, where my body tries to tell my brain that I should probably just go home and play with Milo and Nolan instead of hitting the gym first, but my brain says that I'll have more energy and feel better about myself if I run for awhile. Also, concludes my brain, being in better shape means a viable end to the walk of shame, when I gallop to catch the muni, and can't quite make it fast enough. Even when I do make it, I sit down and huff for awhile and try to catch my breath. I'm sure drinking less coffee could only help with this. Sad, pitiful, weakling me.