I resolved to get to the gym while I'm on break. But that hasn't happened...yet. So I am feeling like a slacker. Yesterday, I didn't get out for a run, but I promised myself I would today. Kelly called, and said she would join me, and we set a date for 7 am.
My plan was great. I would let the little one stay up a little bit later, so she would sleep in a little bit. She could watch a movie in her room if I was not back before she woke up. If she needed anything or got scared, big sister would be in her room. It was all set. But of course, when you make plans like this, little stinkers have a way of foiling them.
First, she had a hard time falling asleep. It was already later than usual, so this was frustrating. Then my other daughter got me into Pinterest, and I stayed up way too late looking at things that I'll never have, places I'll never go, and things that I'll never make. This put me to bed at a later time too. Then little one woke up at 4 am from a bad dream, and once again, she had a hard time getting back to sleep again. Finally I get back to sleep at 5:30 or so, and the alarm was set to go off at 6:15. And it did. And I snoozed it. And it went off again. And I snoozed it again. It was so warm and cozy in my bed, and I could feel the cold air above the blankets. I checked my phone, hoping against hope that Kelly was texting me that she couldn't make it. But there was no message and I heard a voice say, "Enough already! Get up!"
So, begrudgingly, I did. Sure enough, Kelly showed up at 7:00 on the dot. We decided on a short 3-mile run, and we took off out into the cold. We started on the trail, and there were many ducks and other birds by the creek. I thought there would be more people out, but we didn't see many other runners-only two actually. It didn't take long at all before I was happy to be out of bed and running outside. It felt really good, although I was a little bit worried about the little one being awake. Before we knew it, we were on our last mile and heading back to the house.
Kelly had to get back home right away, and when I got back in the house, my kiddos were still asleep. I curled up on the couch with a blanket and turned on the TV. I don't know why but after a run on a cold morning, I have the hardest time getting warm. I had an hour to myself before the little one was up and ready for the day to start.
So I feel really good, and I know I have to get to the gym. Why is it so hard? My mind is there, but I'm letting life get in the way. I'm almost there, but not quite. Action! I need to put myself back into action! I am always the one telling other people that you have to make the time. There will always be something else to do and stop you from your fitness goals, and now I'm not taking my own advice.
I'll get there. If you're reading this, please help hold me accountable! =)