Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Last night, after my zumba class, I came home, relaxed on the couch, then headed to bed around 10:30, because I needed to be up by 6am to run with my evil trainer/business partner/mostly best friend when he's not forcing me to get up at ungodly hours and run.
So about 45 minutes after I went to bed, my phone rang. That's never a good thing, and usually it means there's some sort of drama in my 20 year old daughter's life that she needs her mom to help her deal with. Yep...that's what it was. She's 3 hours away, so other than lend an ear, there's not a lot I can do, but since I know she's dealing with a lot right now, I have to give her that. So 20 minutes or so later, I got off the phone, explained the situation to my husband, and laid back down to sleep.
So much for that...at 1:00am, I was still up.
It would have been so easy to send a quick text "Sorry, not a good night, not going to make the 6am run" to my partner. He would have totally understood, and would have found another workout(he's one of those sick people that looooves early morning, and doesn't mind hitting the gym at dark o'clock.) However, I would have felt guilty and sluglike had I done that, and I wouldn't have had another chance for exercise today.
Soooooo..I got up and ready by 6:00 and I ran...well okay I mostly staggered and stumbled, but I DID IT! It sucked...a lot...but I did it! It was painful, I was crabby, and thank GOD my partner is use to dealing with grumbly clients who would rather be doing anything other than working out...but I did it!
I would spend a little more time raving about this, but I worked til 7, and it's bedtime, I'm really hoping my phone doesn't ring tonight.