I was still running three miles a day right up until the Bug was born, and I resumed it within two weeks. I was able to keep it up for a while, but somehow along the way running completely fell by the wayside. I blame our insane schedule.
But we are going to Mexico in a month, so insanity be damned! I am thus declaring my intention to drag my weary ass out of bed at 5am for a run at least three times per week. Between looming images of bikini-wearing, and my ego being too large to publicly admit defeat, I think it'll work.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Grasping at motivation
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I totally hear ya, Angie! Except, not a bikini, but a wedding dress... eek! and now that it's getting colder it's so hard to walk to the gym in the morning!
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