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.
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.