I'm so freakin' mad at myself today. And now I'm going to try to convince myself that I shouldn't be.
Fantasy: Get up at 6am this morning to go downstairs and use my new treadmill for the very first time. This would give me lots of time for my run (which will be short, since it's been a while), and some crunches. And I'd feel great about the fact that I got in a great little workout before work. And I'd make coffee before getting the dog and DBF up for their day!
Reality: Alarm went off at 6am as expected. I gave some thought to getting up and going downstairs. I really did. However, being snuggled in bed so nicely was very appealing, so that is where I stayed. I get up at 7.15am feeling quite disappointed in myself.
Now, here's why I shouldn't be kicking myself quite so much about this: I NEVER get up at 6am to run, nor have I ever before! Even when I was running regularly, I usually ran in the evening, except on Sunday mornings.
Bottom line: I DO need to start my running routine again. I DO NOT need to get up at 6am to do so.
Having said that, I will try to get up at 6am again tomorrow... LOL
1 comment:
Glad to see you back!
I have a devil of a time getting up early, so I sympathize completely. It's like there's this forcefield preventing me from leaving my warm comfy bed in the morning, hehe :D
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