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.

Why I talk to myself — and why you should try it!

I’m a talker. Not the kind that rattles on and on with the grocery clerk whilst she rings up my purchases. Not the kind that hangs out by the water cooler in my office building simply dying to tell someone about my weekend plans (or lack thereof). And most definitely not the kind that dials…