This morning I woke up and I said to myself: “Yes, this is it. Today is the day I will get up, get out of bed and do my workout before I go to work.” Cue Wagner’s ‘Ride of the Valkyries.
As it turns out, today was not the day. I have no idea when that day will happen, likely never, but if ever it does I am now prepared. I cannot tell you how many times I have actually talked myself out of a workout because I didn’t have enough clean accessible workout-friendly clothing in my drawers at the time. Luckily I’ve got someone who constantly nags me to do things with her, and so to stop her incessant harpies cry I succumbed to her desire to make racer back workout tanks out of our conjoined plethora of over sized T-shirts.
T-shirt, preferably anywhere from one to three sizes too big for you
Congratulations, you’ve learned a new skill and now have no excuse to not go for a run in the dead of the Texas summer, according to my friend Jess. I’m learning to love things like workout out and running, but it’s been a long and arduous process. I’m slowly being brainwashed by all the really annoyingly active people in my life. They’re basically Manchurian Candidate-ing me until I’m so unrecognizable that I actually participate in 5K’s and call them “fun runs” un-ironically. As it turns out I would much rather eat foods that are approximately 85% cheese than go to a gym. The struggle is real, but I’m kind of loving it.
Lots of Love,