Last night there was a mini-squabble. I wanted to wake up today and work out, Pookie got frustrated: "Can't you just take one day off?" But, it's not like exercise is a punishment I place on myself. It is deeply cleansing and rewarding, and that's why I want to do it every day. Of all days in the year, I should give myself the joy of a strength training workout on Christmas morning.
I wish I had been introduced to exercise earlier in my life. I remember a friend whose mom made her run a mile every day over summer vacation in 7th grade. At the time, I pictured the mom with fangs because it sounded so evil. But now...I should be so lucky.
Incidentally...I am on the edge of signing up for a marathon...
:/
Nac: wrightsville beach marathon/your visit is in 93 days, 1 hour, and 9 minutes
Nac: GET YOUR RUNNING SHOES ON
Nac: WE'RE RUNNING FROM MY HOUSE TO THE RACE
Me: What! No!
Nac: WE'RE GOING HARDCORE
Nac: MAKE THE NEWS
Nac: CRAZY FRIENDS RUN 10 MARATHONS ON THE WAY TO A MARATHON
Nac: headliner
Merry Christmas, y'all!
Just do your best. It's the only way to keep that last bit of sanity.
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Of course working out isn't a punishment. The punishment is me having to watch Jillian Michaels yell at you on Christmas.
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