I got up at 5:15 this morning to run with a friend. We are meeting an hour earlier than our Miles That Matter group since our daughters have a mutual practice at 10:30. My friend is training for a marathon this spring. She optimistically and erroneously thinks I'm running seven miles with her. I'm going as moral suppport.
I am not sure why I never have a "Ooooh! I cannot wait to exercise!" attitude. I almost always dread the first step of a run. I'm sure this is mental. I wonder if I am the only underachiever exerciser around? I guess if I truly despised exercise, I wouldn't be up fueling my body before the sun comes up. Let's see how far my body (which hasn't run in over a week) will allow me to go.
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