So gym bag packed and yet at the end of the day, I found myself getting on the bus that takes me home, not the bus to take me to the gym. I started trying to convince myself that I didn't need to run... maybe I'm still trying to fight off sickness? No, I needed to run but now I was on the bus home. Now I've made it even harder for myself.
Maybe Kyle would run with me when I got home? Sure, yeah, I'd rely on him to motivate me. And then the bus broke down. Half an hour later, I was on another bus home and pitying myself because my commute had stretched to an hour and a half. Surely, I deserve to just relax when I get home after that commute.
When I finally made it home the dogs were begging me to take them to the dog park (and they really wanted me to take a glass of wine along). So I called Kyle to see when he'd be home but he was finishing a paper which meant there was no hope left that he'd get me out the door on the run.
There was nothing left to do but concede to the dogs and go to the park with a glass of wine. So I grabbed a bottle of wine and the corkscrew, twisted the corkscrew in, the cork was almost out of the bottle, and out of nowhere (divine intervention? self-discipline?), I stopped, left a note for Kyle, changed into running clothes, and went out the door for a run. Where the motivation came from, I have no idea. This was quite funny to me after the run, so I took a picture:
Not only did I do a night run, but I did a workout! 15 minute warm-up, 2 miles hard, 5 minute cool down AND some sit ups and push ups.
Then, I finished uncorking the bottle and drank a glass of wine or three with a clear conscience.
This morning I did a 45-minute ride on the trainer: 10 minute warm-up, 10 minutes hard, 5 minutes easy, 10 minutes hard, 10 minute cool down. Can't say enough about the trainer, especially on a rainy day like today.
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