A few weeks ago I made the decision to start jogging in the mornings. At the time it seemed like a good idea. I mean, what better excuse is there to buy new clothes? Not to mention, if you go running doesn’t that mean you can eat WHATEVER you want and not feel guilty? Umm, SIGN ME UP, PLEASE!
3 weeks ago we had guests over for dinner and drinks on Sunday night. It lasted well into the night and when my alarm buzzed at 7am, I completely forgot about that silly goal I had set. Snooze was hit. I slept on. I felt incredibly guilty and the NEXT morning, I dragged my caffeine-deprived body from my bed, guzzled some water, put on my new outfit and headed out the door with Bebop, Red and Sean at my side (How supportive are they!!?). I ran at a consistent pace, and 40 minutes later I was back at home freshly showered, with coffee in hand watching the news. And I still had an hour before work began! It was an amazing feeling. While I hate running, I did enjoy the fact that it started my morning off well and gave me relaxation time before the work day began.
In the three weeks, I haven’t noticed changes in my body necessarily yet…but I can tell you that I no longer put on those cute running pants. Those damn things are too expensive and I don’t do laundry enough–I’d have to buy 20 just to get me through the month. However, I already own sweatpants and tshirts galore…so what if they’re not cute and fitted? I’ll worry about that as we get closer to summer months.
In any case, Bebop and Red are getting so much more exercise these days that they curl up together and DONOTMOVE for the rest of the day.