Tuesday, March 26, 2013
It's true: after more than a week away, I FINALLY got back to the gym. I ran 3 miles on the treadmill (5 MPH pace) and worked up a nice sweat. And I felt absolutely great when I was done.
On my walk back to my office from the gym, I was thinking about how great I felt and trying to capture the feeling to give me motivation for the next time I try to miss the gym.
So let me talk about the gym for a minute: There's a woman at the gym. I used to work with her; now she's the admin person for a different group. When we worked together, I never noticed her shape/fitness. But now that I've been going to the gym regularly (well, ahem...), I notice that she's there. She's quite over-weight, yet she shows up every single day and does the P90x DVD with the fit guys. Then, after the hour video, she pumps iron. She really works up a sweat. Last time I was at the gym, I told her that she was my inspiration. I admire her so much! She tells me that she's been at it for over a year! And today, I noticed that she was wearing some body-hugging clothing ...and she looked great! She truly is my hero and inspiration.
Now, I really want to talk about my exhaustion. I wish I knew why I was so tired. It's a bone-tired that I just can't shake. Yesterday, as I was driving the children home from school (at only 3:30 PM!) I was terrified that I was going to fall asleep behind the wheel. I was just soooo incredibly tired. When we got home, I left the children alone (I NEVER do this!) and went to bed and slept for two hours. And I woke up tired.
I've been getting adequate sleep. So what's this about? I'm still tired today and expect that I will feel equally exhausted at 3:30 PM again. It's this exhaustion that gets in my way.