Last week was pretty bad for running, and it was always because I kept putting it off until late at night. This week James and I both resolved to start getting up really early to exercise instead. When James' alarm went off at 5:00 am today, he groaned like he wasn't going to do it. So I scratched his back and told him encouraging things like "you'll be glad you did it...you can do it" etc. But then when my alarm went off at 5:50 I just turned it off and went back to bed. Bad Lybi! I suppose I need someone to scratch my back and kick me out of bed, but James treads very delicately when it comes to encouraging me to exercise, because hubbies are subject to get charged with "are you saying I'm fat?!?!" Poor man. But having to take the stroller on the run when I went later in the morning was punishment enough. It made it feel twice as hard. We'll see how I do tomorrow. |