amy could use some encouragement

ugh. i wake up everyday at quarter till 7, drag myself out of bed, throw my hair up, and run. and you know what? i'm sick of it. really sick of it. what is the point, i ask myself, of getting up so that i can go curse under my breath for 3 miles? it's really getting annoying. i love running, yes, but i am so sick of this. if anyone's reading this, and you run or do something else that you love but at one point got incredibly sick of, can you leave, in the comments, how you got over that? thanks. i'd have something else to say, but nothing exciting is going on right now.