Sometimes everyone needs a solid shove to their backside—

It’s 8:33 a.m. I’ve been awake for well over two hours … I should be running. I should be done with my run. I should be on to something new rather than stuck listening to my mind debate itself, anticipating the crappy weather that awaits me as soon as I step out my front door.

Secretly, I did flip off the village idiot …

I am a recovering fanatic. Really. I am. What? You’ve never heard the term before? OK. OK. I coined it but mark my words peeps, one day Oprah will do a show about people like me (that is if she ever does the smart thing and returns to hosting a talk show instead of running…