bribing myself to be a good boy

I think I've mentioned in the past that I'm a jogger. Not much, just a few runs per week, only a few miles each. I'm certainly not good at it, nor am I in the kind of shape to do a marathon or anything. I've never seriously looked at doing road races, though I've done a couple of Turkey Trots with friends just for fun. But I have taken a huge step and for a variety of reasons, I've signed up to do a long race in a couple of months. No, I'm not going to tell you which one. Or the length, though I will reveal it's half-marathon length or longer.

The point is: now I'm beginning to add miles to my runs in ways I haven't done. It is a real struggle to run longer than I'm used to. Well, jog, at least. But I find that if I BRIBE myself, I can get it done.

"Come on, baby, just finish this last two miles and I'll let you get King Dong out tonight to fuck yourself silly in the shower."

"Finish up this eight-mile run without walking and I'll let you order that new buttplug you've had your eye on." This one, by the way.

So it's that. Bribing. Is the promise of butt-love the only thing that's going to get me to the starting line of The Big Race? *sigh* I'm such an addict. It's like crack. LIke goddamn crack.