Last night, I was up at 3:30am, out of bed, all lights on, as I searched for an elusive mosquito in my room that had bitten me three times. I couldn’t find it but I spent a good twenty minutes looking for it. I eventually conceded defeat and thought I should probably get the three hours of sleep I still had before my alarm went off. Stupid mozzie.
This morning, I was rather tired. The plan for today was originally going to be go to the gym for a 6km run, then walk to uni to get a couple of books from the library, and walk home. I was really tempted to skip the gym and just go to uni and back, because that’s still a good hour of walking and there’s Pilates tonight, so it’s not like I’d be getting *no* exercise. So that was lazy!Jen’s thinking.
Then Good!Jen won the argument. She had some pretty good arguments, too. This is what I was thinking both as I walked to the gym this morning and then to uni after a 6k run:
1. You have never, ever once regretted a training session. So just go.
2. You always feel better after exercise than before. So just go.
3. The Mother’s Day run is in just over a month and you are still not fit enough. So really, not going is not an option. Go.
And that reminds me – eep, just over a month to go. Need to get so much fitter. Guess it’s time to ramp up the training.
