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About a year ago I bought a book called The Procrastinator's Handbook: Mastering the Art of Doing It Now.

One particular quote in there caught my eye and I decided to drop $16 on my first and only self-help book.

The quote, by William James, read: "Nothing is so fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task."

To this date, I still haven't read the book.

I've thought about reading it, especially after this particular habit seemed to be getting in the way of a stress-free and unfettered life.

I've even flipped through it and some of the suggestions seemed like really good ideas. Things like:

• Make lists;

• Tackle time-consuming projects in stages;

• Establish a place for everything;

• Get rid of clutter;

• Plan ahead.

I thought to myself, as I saw these big bold headlines, that these are things I could really use in my life to conquer this habit.

Still, the book is lying at the bottom of my closet, dusty with an unbroken spine, destined for a garage sale, priced at a measly 25 cents.

Perhaps then the book can find a home with someone who is serious about getting his or her bad habits in check.

For me, I think I'm beyond hope.

Even the threat of potentially injuring myself, or at the very least horribly embarrassing myself, couldn't induce me to train for the Vancouver Sun Run.

Eight weeks ago the run seemed like a really good idea.

Pique was entering a team, about half a dozen co-workers were signing up and I somehow was convinced that running 10 kilometres was "no big deal."

We happen to have a couple of runners in the office and they weren't lying – to them 10 kilometres is no big deal.

But I've never been a runner.

Nonetheless it was an exciting prospect, a great challenge and good way to whip myself into shape before the summer.

I had two months to follow the training program, slowly building up muscle and stamina for the run.

The day after registering I was at Meadow Park with a co-worker. I dragged myself out of bed at 6:30 a.m. to spend an hour on the treadmill. I even bought a month-long early bird pass.

The next day I went back for more of the same.

But those two visits marked the end of my time at Meadow Park.

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