I did not realize how much of a "creature of habit" I'd become until the past two weeks. My daughter finished up her year of preschool, meaning that I no longer have two free mornings a week. Which means that my M/W/F/Sa schedule of running got a little wonky, because me being able to run after my husband gets home from work is kind of iffy. (Sometimes we have plans, sometimes he's late, etc, etc)
I need to rework things, because I am all out of sorts and starting to get grumpy that I haven't been able to go running when I want to. Yes, yes, "1st world problems" and all of that. Whatever. My blog, my right to bitch and moan about whatever I want to. (Which I know is sooooo entertaining for ya'll to read!)
I think I may switch my schedule to Tu/Thu/Sa/Sun and just get up at the ass-crack of dawn to go running before hubby goes to work. It's not like I have to worry about it being too cold out at 4:30 in the morning anymore! Of course, typing "4:30 in the morning" makes me want to cry, but if I can get up that early on race day with no issue, I can convince myself to get up that early for a regular run, too, right?
I guess we'll see. I didn't drag myself out of bed till almost 7:20 this morning, and my punishment for that will be running after dinner tonight. Which I hate to do. So maybe I really will be able to condition myself to wake up early. The only other real alternative is the *shudder* GYM.
Someone please explain to me why I hate the gym so much? When I first started running, I went 3 times a week. Every week! Treadmill, trainer sessions, etc, etc. My kids went to the Kids Club, it was a whole thing. Now I can't even fathom dragging my butt to the gym. Why is that?
The more I think about it, the more I think that I really ought to go to the gym today. Heck, it's paid for, right?
Anyone else have an aversion to the gym?