There's something wonderful about staying under warm and cozy covers on a Saturday morning after a busy week. This was that kind of morning. Bright and sunny, yet cool and crisp, it was the perfect morning to spend casually surfing the web with a cup of caffeine. That's what I felt like doing.

Instead, I put on workout wear. My mind teased me with options. I could chill today and work out really early tomorrow before an afternoon engagement. As if getting up and out early on a Sunday morning was going to be miraculously more appealing than this one.

My dog, Chocolate, gave me a beautiful brown-eyed, glazed over glance, reminding me that walking him would make both he and I feel a lot better than leaving him behind. I promised to walk him later and laced up my walking shoes.

With every step preparing to leave the house, I found reason after reason to put off my walk. Bottom line, I didn't feel like it.

I owned that I didn't feel like it. Reveled in it for a good, long minute or five. Then, armed with my pedometer app, a back up energy gel, mints, gum and money for an electrolyte-filled beverage I left Chocolate behind, headed out the door and put one foot in front of the other.

That's the beauty of making commitments. There's another half-marathon to walk next weekend. It'll come to pass whether I train or not. Better to train. Sorry, feelings. You just got trumped.

See you on the path.