I am the queen of making excuses about working out.
I am back on the C25K track this year. I won't lie, it's my 3rd go at it. I've never made it past week 3 because that's when it starts getting hard and all the excuses start coming out.
I need different shoes/clothes
It's too hot/cold/sunny/humid/windy/rai
ny/cloudy for running today
I'm too hungry/full
I'm too busy/bored
My left pinky hurts.
I run so much better on the track/trail/road/treadmill/gym
But it's different this time. You know why?
I just jogged about 50 laps around my back yard in the pouring rain (ok, light drizzle) wearing my pajama pants, my husband's old t-shirt, a hoodie, and plain ol' tennis shoes.
And you know what else? My big, fluffy yellow cat ran with me!
He ran the first couple of laps with me, then he started doing this thing where he would run a little, then cut across to a strategic point on the other side of the yard and wait for me. Then when we met up he'd run with me a little more. So, he basically just ran back and forth across (the shortest length of) the yard, but anyway...I was touched. He really likes me!
(Cause, you know, sometimes I wonder...)
While lounging\ in his strategic point, he would turn his head to follow my progress.
He kept giving me these bored looks like "Yeah, I can outrun every canine on the block, and yeah I can leap 6 feet in the air from a standstill and land on the 1/2 inch wide privacy fence without so much as a balance check. But that don't mean I'm gonna run with you. This is your crazy idea, not mine. I mean, I love you and all, but I ain't no friggin dog. Got it?"
Of course not, Your Highness. Have some more fish.