I got an email about a race. A small race. A 5.2K race... next Saturday. I would have to run anyway. And besides, it was $20 and I had a $2 coupon. And it benefits a good cause. And you get a $10 gift card to the restaurant Seasons 52 (the sponsor - which is why it's a 5.2 K). It sounds like fun... and it's early in the morning.
And my efforts to just say no - this time, to myself, didn't seem to work today.
Nor did they work with the call I got asking me to talk to 2 people about somewhat related and somewhat different things for the sorority. Neither call would be fun. I had to leave messages, so now I have to wonder when will they call me back? At least one already would know that the conversation will not be positive - just the fact that I was calling would mean that it was something she didn't want to hear. And the other could probably guess. I'll give them the weekend to call me back and then try again on Monday.
But Mr. Darcy convinced me that Pizza was a good idea. Some days I can resist and some days I can't. But I didn't really want to say no to Pizza anyway.