I wanted to run.
Last night, driving home from a semi-stressful work and listening to one of my favorite run songs on the radio, I wanted to run.
Forget the fact that it was 90 degrees and I’m one week shy of my due date and I officially quit running two weeks, I wanted to run.
My emotions were high and the idea of just heading out for the Greenway with some good music in my ears sounded sublime.
And then my belly grumbled, a glaring reminder that a run was not in the cards. Not even remotely.
I tell you this, about my urge to run, because you would think that such a desire would make me motivated to work out this morning.
But it didn’t.
Not even with a charged iPod and a cup of coffee made for me by Mark did much to get me going.
I sat on the couch. Got mad at “Good Morning America.” Threw a ball at Denali in the yard.
I made lasagna – one pan for tonight, two smaller ones for the freezer.
I did dishes.
Heck, I even took a shower.
And then I told myself that maybe, just maybe, I’d sneak away after dinner this evening and get a walk in on the treadmill. Heck, I might even throw in some weights.
What was your workout like today? Can you offer any motivation to get something in tonight?