Mornings are the worst and the best. This morning was no exception. The bambino crawled into bed with us around 5:30am, and had a hard time settling down. I had to do everything possible to keep myself from dozing off again. I figured if I started running around 6:30am, I'd still have plenty of time to shower and get ready for work, but when 6:30 rolled around and the bambino was still addimently latched to me, I started to have some doubts. I tried to sneak out of bed around 6:40, but was unsuccessful. Mr. S sleepily grumbled, "what are you doing?" Nearly in tears of frustration, I tried to explain I was going for a run, it's Wednesday, I go for a run, I mean, geez, doesn't he read this blog?!?!
By 6:49am, I was out the door, with Isla on leash. By the time I was running, the tears had dried and slowly woke up to a gorgeous sunny morning. I'm always grateful once I'm out the door. And because I was late, I ran a lot faster then normal.
So, two days of working out down. One more to go. I was talking to a patient the other day about setting goals and making lifestyle changes. I was reminded of an important concept. When setting goals you should only achieve them 50% of the time. Otherwise, the goals weren't challenging enough. This was such a relief to remember. And a way to remember to push myself a little more.
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