Classic me right here.
I go out for a run to sweat a little and to run up a mountain(hill).
*Always a super motived start.*
Then ooooo ahhhhhh Dunja sees something pretty.
A nice view, a flower.. a raspberry.
And that is how I ended up skipping through a field of grass picking flowers.
I find it ok when I'm running.
I just wish it wasn't one of the finest qualities with all other aspects of my life.
I feel like I am doing fifty things at once, in my head and in my day.
On most days that can make it hard to getting anything productive finished.
Maybe I'm making it out to be worse than it is, but it does happen a lot.
Then I get mad at myself for not being more disciplined.
I'm just having one of those WTF am I doing weeks.
We can't all be machines though.
