Monday, July 16, 2012
Yesterday morning my DH asked me if I wanted to work out with him this morning. He works out every morning, pretty much. And because our lives are crazy busy (mine not so much right now) and I like to hang out with him (I know, married 13 years and we still like each other...weird), I said yes. I don't think he believed me. Well fast forward to 5:36 (random isn't it?) and up he was changing into his workout stuff (at least I think he was based on the sound as my eyes weren't open, yet). I heard him go downstairs. Then, the guilt set in. I said I would join him, but I hate working out. Hate it. So I struggled out of bed, changed into my running shorts and shirt, and down to the workout/family room I went to hit the treadmill. I brought with me my couch to 5K in 10 (!?) short weeks plan. I have no intention of entering a 5K, but I do like an organized plan and this was it. So there I was at dark-thirty...sweating to KLOVE. I'm not sure if I'll join him tomorrow, but I don't like starting over all the time. Plus that, I didn't put "add one size to your pants" on my summer to-do list, but have managed to accomplish it anyway (thanks a lot nearby Russell Stover's outlet).
Written for your enjoyment by Frau M.