Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy...
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Today was a busy day. I was trying to get some job applications done, and even once those were complete I was running all over the city to drop them of. I also had to run a bunch of errands. I also woke up too early, felt exhausted and somehow missed my alarm. I woke up at 10 a.m. and had to get straight to work, so I couldn't do my workout. "I'll work out tonight," I thought. "I've got too much to do."
But tonight, once I got home around 8:15 p.m., I gave myself 10 minutes to sit down (something I hadn't done all day.) I felt sleepy and really just wanted to veg on the couch. But some part of me also wanted to go for a bike ride - and so I asked my husband if he wanted to go. "I'm too tired," he said. Since it was fast getting dark, I had rather wanted the company. But I got my butt up and off the couch and changed into my exercise gear. I felt a little annoyed at him (I thought it would have been supportive of him to come) but I was not about to make him my excuse for not getting my workout in. So I went - and I biked and biked and biked and it felt good. It felt good to move my body and to pump my legs and to breath in the cool air. It felt good to sweat. It felt good to push myself and it felt so good riding back, in the dark, knowing that I had done this for myself.
Today was a good day.