A Slothful Perspective

I'm sitting on my couch as the sun dips below the horizon and all I can think about is going for a run tomorrow. I think about laying my clothes out. I think about checking the weather and where I might have placed my ice kleets. I wonder how much time is a run going to take me and what time do I have to get up to accomplish this task. Then a number of excuses begin to flood my brain. 

Without a blink of the eye I start thinking how tired I am and how I need to get to work early. I start thinking about what a burden a morning run can be. Do I really want to get up and go? The answer is yes, but sometimes that is easier said than done. 

Where does inspiration come from and how do we hold on to it? What inspires a person to roll out of bed at 5:00 a.m. and go for a three to five mile run in below freezing temps? What makes those guys at the gym stick to it until their bodies are made out of the very iron they press above their heads? 

When looking for inspiration, where does one find it? And when a fat guy like myself does manage to find it, how do I hang on to it.