Workout: 15 minutes upper body with 5-pound weights and GMA and 3.23-mile run
I woke up with two thoughts.
"Wow, I feel really tired."
"Wow, I am incredibly hungry."
Those two things lead to another thought ... "I don't want to go to IPFW to run."
And while I knew I should run, the hunger part won out. I am pregnant, you know, and you never deny a pregnant lady food. I made myself a delicious breakfast - eggs in a nest and veggie links - and enjoyed "Good Morning America" as I sipped my half-caff coffee.
I picked up my weights and did some curls, kickbacks and shoulder raises. I checked the weather to make sure it was warm enough to walk Denali. Score! A whopping 16 degrees and 7 degrees warmer than yesterday's high, by the way. So I plotted how long I could hang around before walking him when I realized something.
I didn't want to walk. I wanted to run.
Sure, this posed some complications. OK, just one. I was already pushing the clock and running means I would have to wash my hair before work. Boo. Would I have time? With a blast from the past, pre-pregnant Kim decided that it didn't matter. A run was better than looking good at work.
I suited up quickly, dusted off the Garmin and leashed up Denali, who was quite grateful for the decision. It wasn't a pleasant run - I fell in the first 100 yards because exuberant D-boy took a corner too fast and part of the route was a bit bumpy with snow and ice - but it felt so good.
I felt like me again. No Lazy McGee, here.