Talking Myself into a Long Run

Me: 6AM and the bed is warm.
Inner Me: Time to run
Me: It's 23 degrees outside and dark
Inner Me: Time to run
Me: It snowed!
Inner Me: Time to run. Shovel the walkways first as a warm-up.
Me: It's early, I'm creaky, I'll run tonight.
Inner me: Pah! Enough whining. The Wimp Rule is in effect.
Me: I HATE being called a wimp!
Inner Me: Whatcha gonna do about it?

So, 10.5 slow miles later, icicles in my beard, Inner Me is happy. Breakfast time.