This is what happens to you when you don’t get up to walk early in the morning when you live in the desert.
Monday morning I was tired and sore from a weekend of painting. We were sleeping on the family room couch while the paint smell dissipated from our room. When the alarm started going off at 5:00 a.m. I kept hitting snooze. Finally at 5:30, I decided that I could take one day off. That couldn’t be bad, right? It wouldn’t throw me off my routine. In my sleepy head it sounded good.
Nicholas woke us up 15 minutes later. So much for sleeping in. I should have went for a walk.
As the day went by, I was really mad at myself for not walking. I would have probably felt better and less tired if I had. By the afternoon I was looking at the weather and thinking it may not be too hot to go when I got home. I was even more mad at myself for not getting up that morning.
When I left work I called home; Mike was running behind after doing errands and shopping. He now had his hands full with the kids and getting a more involved dinner cooked (one that I had picked out to use up some of our veggies). I felt really guilty for asking him because I knew he could use my help and I was leaving work later then I had planned. But I went ahead and asked him if he minded if I walked when I got home. I could tell he wanted my help, but he told me to go.
Even after I got home, I was feeling like I shouldn’t go, that I should stay and help him.
He told me to go. And I did, even though it was 100 degrees. I kept telling myself that the heat wasn’t really that bad by 7:00 p.m., and the air temperature really was not bad. What was worse was the heat coming off the asphalt in the streets. In the mornings the streets have cooled off and they don’t radiate heat. There were a few other people out in the neighborhood walking and running. If they can do it so can I.
At least Monday’s are my light day. Thirty minutes later I was done, and I could fill in that activity box again today. I didn’t have to look at the gaping hole in my workout tracker from a missed day.
I know that there will come a day where I will miss a workout. But I want that to be for a much better reason than not wanting to get up.
I have to admit that this is so out of character for me when it comes to exercise. Before, I would just blow it off and not think twice about it. Now, I thought about it all day long. I contemplated doing a video or riding the exercise bike instead where I could at least be comfortable in the air conditioned house. I guess there was a part of me that wanted to “punish” myself for not going in the morning when it was cooler outside.
Later that night, Mike admitted it wasn’t the best night for me to exercise after work. He said he was surprised but very proud of me that I wanted to go and followed through.
I was pretty proud of myself too.