I'm not a writer...I have terrible grammar...oh and I'm pretty hard on myself. Can you tell? Today is Saturday and the girls are with their Dad. I'll be picking them up in a few hours so this is the perfect time to go out for a run. OUT for a run. Such a treat to be able to run outside and not in my garage on the treadmill. However, taking the first step out the door, requires motivation. And I have none of that...none...
All I really want to do is eat the cupcake in my fridge that is calling my name. This is no ordinary cupcake...it's a Gigi Cupcake..and it's torturing me. My plan this morning when i woke up? Go for a run and then eat the cupcake as a reward. Guilt and lack of motivation got in the way. I'm tempted to forget the run and just eat the cupcake. Why does it have to taste so good with coffee!?! I'm dressed and ready to run. I have my running shoes on (Saucony..the BEST) and my running skirt, Garmin, hat...why am I at the computer!?
In a nutshell, I'll give you my story. I gained a lot of weight during pregnancy, Dad had by-pass surgery (even though he is a clean eater and exercises 5 days a week), I decided to get healthy, lost 25 pounds and 22 inches, ran multiple 5ks, 10ks and a half marathon, got divorced, got a full time job, gained back 20 pounds and lost all motivation. So, there it is...
I signed up for the Greensboro half marathon through a living social deal. Why is it that I had to wait for a coupon to get the slightest bit of motivation? I have 13 weeks to train. Ok, time to go eat that cupcake!
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