I woke up this morning to the dreaded beep, beep, BEEP of the alarm clock. Annoyingly for the first time in as long as I can remember the little man did not wake at the sound of dawn breaking. So I literally had to peel myself from the bed. I felt like I’d been hit by a ton of bricks, as if I was hungover, pah AS IF!
As I filled myself full of caffeine, himself asked did I want my runners in case I wanted to go for a run at lunch. Eh that would be a no. Not a chance, not today. I have the important task of trying to ‘adult’ while keeping my eyes open. I knew this was not the best idea, as a quick run, or even a brisk walk would ultimately make me feel more awake. Someday I’ll learn and go against my inner teenager. Today is not that day.
When I’m feeling like this, in need of some serious motivation, I try add one or two new items to my workout gear. Thankfully this isn’t nearly as pricey as my Zara addiction, and the high street have an amazing collection of sportswear that would work as well in the gym, as racing about doing errands. When I feel good in my workout clothes, I’m more likely to wear them and then more likely to avoid days when I refuse to do exercise.