Running Bookends

Monday morning I woke up feeling absolutely drained in the morning.  Even though I could have slept in until 5:30 and still gotten in a quality workout, I still set my alarm for 4:00 because I’m that hardcore.

Whatever, Captain Eyeballs.  I woke myself up just enough so that I would be able to find my alarm clock to reset it for 5am.  I did this again at 6am, vowing that I would definitely get up then, and have those forty-five minutes to myself before Dear Hubby woke up.  A good compromise, but I was supposed to workout Monday morning.  I spent the rest of the day mentally punching myself in the stomach and stealing my lunch money over that move.

Anyways, when I got home I wasn’t dragging my ass as much as usual since we had the day to get caught up in our classrooms.  I thought I would go ahead and kick out a few miles.

"You damn silly woman. Wait. You're serious?!?!?"

I was serious!  I decided that I can kill 3 miles in under 25 minutes, and that’s about one rerun of “How I Met Your Mother.”  Since I’ve seen just about all the reruns by now, I wouldn’t be missing much.

This was a pretty good run, except I have to quit quitting right at the end.  It happens way too often.

Then, as if I wasn’t badass enough, I decided to kick out another rendition of the Whole Body 100 Reps Workout.  This time, since I ran before starting, I didn’t do the warm up, or the cardio blasts.  I know.  It cheapens everything about it.

The only problem with working out that intensely at night is that it turns me into a ravenous carb-o-holic!

Thankfully I practice a little self restraint and didn’t waste the opportunity that I had created for myself.

Tuesday morning, I thought that perhaps I would go ahead and skip my workout since it was less than 12 hours ago that I had worked out.  Usually I get at least 24.  As I sat checking my email, I realized again that I wouldn’t be missing anything if I didn’t get up and run.  I wouldn’t miss the negative talk I’d been ramming down my ears if I slothed off.  I wouldn’t miss my jeans fitting awkwardly.  I wouldn’t miss the guilt of not working out.  Yea, I wouldn’t miss a thing!

At least this morning my run was more consistent, and I didn’t drop off at the VERY end.  Usually I don’t like having my workouts bookend my nightly sleeps, but in this case I will make an exception.  I will be back on track for tomorrow.

 

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