I make sooo many excuses. All the time. Just to workout or eat healthy even though I know it's my fault and I should just do it. The only thing that keeps me motivated, is the imminent PRT every 6 months, summer/bikini season every year, and a running plan.
Yesterday my excuse not to do anything had to do with the beginnings of a cold (sore throat, sneezing), and mother nature.
Thank goodness I didn't have to work this weekend, but tomorrow's going to be rough for sure. I just hope it's a "nice" day. I don't dare say the "Q" word.
So I took a rest day. I figured 4 days in a row was good and deserved a break. My poor husband got to hear me nag about cleaning and it also gave me plenty of time to eat. i just don't understand how hormones have any business being this damn controlling!
It's maddening I tell you. But a lot of yesterday carried on into today...
No Jen it's not. Amen sista!
Me neither Ethel, if only you could put it on your resume!
I'm not going to lie, it felt good and my hormones thanked me. But I made sure I set an alarm and went for a run at 2 in the afternoon after sitting on my butt since waking up. It's been so rainy and gloomy lately that the beautiful weather was another reason (*coughexcusecough*) that I decided to push my run to today.
It was beautiful! And I didn't want to die at the end. Success! I gave myself a mental high five that I had actually done it, because lord knows I had some more back up excuses not to. Having on leggings, a t-shirt, and a jacket while having the sun beat on me was too much, but it was also nice to be a little sweatier since the wind and cold have kept me pretty cool. There were so many other people out running too that it was fun to wave and be like.
My pace was a whole minute faster than my 6 mile run the other day which felt great. I'm going to give credit to the speed workout I did the other day.
Afterwards, I washed up and we took the pugs to the dog park. It's our oldest pug's birthday today, he's 4 years old!!
Galway is such a sweet dog. It cracked me up a little that his dog to human years ratio puts him at 32 years old. He definitely has the attitude of an older gentleman, but that's why I love him. Our other pug Penny however, still acts like a puppy at a year and a half, and that's okay/to be expected.
She's almost cat-like sometimes. Such a weirdo.
The dog park is always an interesting place, you never know how the dogs are all going to act around each other, or us for that matter. Ben and I can be quite awkward because honestly, do you talk or not talk? What the heck do you talk about? Is Ben really running around the park chasing all the dogs? And how much do people hate my mildly annoying voice I use for talking to the pugs?
Oh well, they had fun and that's all that matters. They're definitely wiped out now for the night!
And now it's time for bed, work tomorrow, but no excuses.. I WILL be doing my Kinect Nike workout when I get home! Right?!
