Swedish Fish

In high school at cross-country races I remember my friend's dad (a carpenter) yelling, "You're tough as nails!" and other voices yelling, "Dig deep!" In spring time track, doubling up on the mile and two mile, my friend Mary would stand at that far curve on the track. The windy one by the triple and long jump pits, where no one else would venture. She'd dangle red Swedish Fish in front of me and yell, "Come on! Swedish Fish when you're done!" and I'd suffer through all 16 laps to be able to gobble down my fishies.

I need some Swedish Fish motivation.

I've had a few weeks of Blah where the work isn't too much or too hard, I just don't want to do it. It's doable, but I want someone else to do it. Spring break starts this week, though, and I've had a productive day today (hey, I have to start somewhere, right?). I'm sure when we get back from Spring Break time will fly by and it'll all be over before I know it. But, right now I am just struggling with the day to day. Resisting with all I have not to start a countdown. How about a countdown to a countdown?