I could come up with all sorts of excuses. Bathroom project, which I have very little to do with, but it has affected things in the house such as making me obsessed with sweeping. Went out of town for Easter. Out of town most of last week until Sunday for a wedding that I was in. In less than a month, two more weddings to attend, both out of state. Late nights, no desire to get up early. Don't usually anyway. Went straight from Fall to Summer here this year and it's getting really hot already. Animals. Love them but they take up time.
|Lance says, "Mleh."|
Yesterday, hubby asked if we could run together after I got home from work (yay!). We took Lance to one of the parks nearby with lots of shade. It's quite picturesque around the lake, and even though it was hot, a nice breeze kept us fairly cool. I was surprised that I felt so good, and we were probably under a 10-min-mile pace. Fast for me, especially because I hadn't run for a week.
When I got home, I did my stretching, push-ups and sit-ups. I added wall sits. I didn't try pull-ups this time because I'm pretty sure I strained a neck muscle last time I tried. I need to build up to those, hubby says, with a chair. As a gymnast from ages 8-12, I could do 25 pull ups at once like it was nothing. I feel stubborn about "slacking" with a chair, but I don't want to pull any muscles, either. Sadly, I'm nowhere near the shape I was in as a gymnast anymore.
I read a tweet from a runner recently that I'll paraphrase. It's not failing if you move slowly. It's only failing if you stop. That makes me feel better. Just gotta keep going.