Well, I didn't get that run in with J the other day. She chose to go to a scrimmage football game instead. Can you believe that???? :) And I just couldn't seem to get motivated the last few days. I am wearing myself thin at work . Closing out a classroom at the end of the year is a lot of work. It's sort of like shutting down a business. I am so ready for this to be over. Only 1 more full day and 2 half days. Whooo hooo! Anyway, enough school talk.
I got up this morning and I really did not want to run. It was like an angel was sitting on one shoulder and a devil on the other. After a chat with my honey (where he impersonated Harvey from Celebrity Fit Club to get me up and moving) I got going. I love that man. (My honey, not Harvey.) I went to the school track, of all places, so that I could work on cleaning out my room when I finished my run. It was hot! You have got to love South Carolina summers to live here. But I made it through and although I was super sweaty and hot when I finished, I felt sooooo good. Why do we resists exercising when it feels so good afterward?