and now for the post the previous one was meant to be

Jr. Woodchuck and I were talking the other day about our fiction writing and how sometimes the characters write the story. I might have an idea of where the story is going to go and what is going to happen, but they have a different idea. As I write, their voice and actions are so natural that often what I INTENDED to write and what comes out are simply vastly different things. Sometimes these random posts are like that. For instance, topics I intended to cover in the previous column included why I never spellcheck these things (or change the mis-spelled word in my blog header), how frustrating it is to properly indent and all these things then when it posts every sentence start on the far left...lots of random things. And yeah, I can tell already this one is going off on a tangent as well. So let's try an experiment: insted of following the natural flow of this piece, I am going to violently wrench it back on track to what I started to write and see how jarring that is.
Saturday was a little frustrating. Well, not the first part, the first part was excellent. Got most of my laundry done, made fajitas and they were better than normal, got a good portion of the apartment cleaned, and had a much better than normal time at the tournament. But even though 87.3651432098 % of the day was good, I reverted to old ways in the evening.
Goose and I were going to do our long run. Due to her late night party plans for the previous evening, the plan was to do it in the evening as opposed to the morning. This is cool by me...most of my runs (red "all but one" have been in the evening. It is A) easier to get motivated and b) the temp agrees with me more. So after the tournament I headed over there. Here is where the night went south.
I have been working hard on my motivation. Sometimes it is just hard to get motivated to do the appropriate thing at the appropriate time. When the dishwasher is done I tend to leave the dishes in there and just keep putting dirty ones in the sink instead of putting the clean ones away and filling the dishwasher as I go. As each load of laundry is done I tend to pile them on the bed instead of folding that load. Also, instead of using the hamper I tend to drop dirty clothes in more or less color coded piles. The last load NEVER gets folded, I just use those clothes first and take what I need out of the dryer in the mornings. I have been known (lately) to wait until the last moment to do my homework. And so forth. I put off what has to be done and then drag my feet when doing it. This is new for me and I don't like it.
Well, got to Goose's and...well, no motivation, no drive, no ambition whatsoever. My ever-faithful (and appreciated) apologists will no doubt overemphasize my knee pain and that my foot was a little sore...but I have run through that smurf before. Also, even that does not justify pounding pizza and soda instead of running. No, it was all around a sad performance. Basically, I just decided I did not feel like running and so allowed myself to make excuses.
Now, the point of this self-flagellation is NOT that I did not run one time. The point goes more to the character issue. More and more often I find myself making excuses for not doing what or when I should, and that has to change. I think the old joke about "Hard work never killed anyone, but I figure why take a chance" is seeping into my character. There was more to this, but I got sidetracked. Don't worry, I am sure it was Nothing.