Where there's a will there's a way

The challenge is simple: put on warm cloths and walk the trails at bald hill until I reach the end. Yet I lack the will to begin. In the heart of the twisted knot in my stomach lies the knowledge that I ought to be reviewing linear algebra in order to take an exam next week and salvage my academic career, but the idea makes me queezy. I lack the will to cry as well. The challenge is simple: breath. Chase away the nightmares. Decide. It is snowing and blustry. It was sunny a moment ago and it will be again if I wait five minutes. This is March.
If I sit down with a book and give up the walk, will I loath myself? I think I may.