But, my bed is so nice and warm…
I posted a couple days ago about the guilt I feel when missing workouts. After resetting the alarm this am and rolling over for an extra hour of sleep, I realized I have a problem. Now that it’s gotten cold, I really haven’t been able to get up from my warm comfy bed and thrust myself out into the cold for a long and exhausting swim.
In the wee hours of the morning, my brain isn’t fully functional and I have the entire day ahead of me – it’s really easy to justify the extra hour of sleep. After all, I can always just swim after work. Except for that after an 8 hour day plus a 45 min commute each way… it’s so easy for me to say “man, I’m so tired, clearly I need to go home and relax.”
That’s not going to fly. Today, I will drag my butt to the pool after work. I will be tired. I’m going to hate it. But, I didn’t swim this morning and I have to do it. This is the missed workout from Wednesday’s slacking. My body is tired, but it needs this swim. I’m going to do it whether I like it or not.
Although, at 10 am, it’s easy to have such resolve. The trick will be to have this resolve around 5:30-6, when I’m in my car heading to LTF in Cary… I have to somehow get my car to pull off the exit for Tryon Rd, as opposed to continuing down US 1 towards 55 and into the promise land of Holly Springs. Home.
Today. I will do it. Because, I want this. And this is what I need to do.
