I think I’m part cat. Or some other creature that hates getting wet. As soon as I see rain something inside me rebels and, generally, I refuse to leave the house. That’s why I’m particularly proud of myself this morning.
I started awake when I heard the boys chattering and went in their room to convince them that ‘it’s not morning yet.’ Though at 7am I think I was pushing my luck a bit. Anyway, because I’d be woken so sharply there was no way I was going back to sleep, so, despite feeling shitty (I’m still not very well) I rolled out of bed and left for the gym.
Now . . . if I’d realised it was raining before I got dressed I would have climbed back into bed and gym be damned. But I was out on the path with the front door closed behind me before I realised it was spitting. So off I went.
Today is the first day I haven’t had to rush off to be with the boys and I have to say I’m a little disappointed. I expected to want to stay for an extra half hour and push away at all the things I wasn’t so keen to stop before. But I’d had enough after an hour. In fact, all I managed was an extra five minutes. Then again . . . I went to the gym (!) so perhaps I should shut up and just be pleased that I went.
Lots of focus on the cardio today, pushing harder and further. One round of weights.
I’ve certainly discovered what I do and don’t like now. I’ve even figured out which machines are my favourites and which ones to avoid because they make sounds like death rattles as I use them. All in all, I think this is a good start to my second week and I’m glad I did it, despite the rain.
Can’t say what the rest of the week will be like though, since the weather isn’t looking great. My app says thunderstorms! o.O