My alarm went off this morning, way too early of course, as always. And my first thought was: “Oh no, I have to go running.” So then I spend another 10 minutes in bed reading through my email and my Facebook messages. And then I spent another 5 minutes trying to come up with an excuse of why I couldn’t go work out.
Excuses, Excuses… Where Are You?
When I couldn’t find an excuse, I made myself get up and trotted to the bathroom, still looking for an excuse why I should get in the shower immediately instead of putting on my workout clothes. Was it way too windy to go outside? Absolutely not. Was I sore? Not really. Was I hurt? No. Was I sick? Let me check… no, not sick either. Was my hair too nasty to take out into public? No, the one morning I wake up and my hair actually looks fine. No excuses, not even bad hair day. Continue reading