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.
Missing Workouts
I missed my swim workout today. I didn’t sleep well last night (long story involving the dog) and opted to sleep in. I packed my gym bag to swim after work.
As I was driving to the gym, my eyes were heavy and my tummy growling – in spite of a snack before I left. I knew that my swim was not going to be a quality workout. I decided to go home and relax with a plan to move my swim to Friday (my normal day off) and go to bed early tonight.
I know I need to listen to my body. But, I always feel so guilty about missing a workout. It’s ridiculous. My heart knows that it would have been a worthless workout, but my brain hates that I’m not following my coach’s plan to the T.
My old coach told me once “you are not lazy, it’s your body’s way of telling you it’s too much” and “your body doesn’t know the difference between stress – emotional, physical, or mental – so cut yourself some slack when life gets tough.” I get that. But, I also get that 140.6 is a DAMN long way to go. And lately, I have been lazy, so I need get my act together.
Really, I should have gotten my ass up this morning. I should have known better. I am setting the alarm right now so this doesn’t happen again.
Let’s do this.
