Today, I was kindasorta motivated to work out. Still in a little bit'o'pain from yesterday's plyometrics (jumping). I woke up and kindasorta ate breakfast and laid on the couch. Then I did a whole bunch of errands and came home.
I was hungry and tired. So I ate an apple, 3 dates and made myself a salad. Fiancee was watching "Kung Fu Panda" and graciously offered me the tv to exercise. I declined, stating that I get one REST DAY a week and I would make it today. We ate dinner and I laid down on the couch, started feeling cozy but my mind was still going. I could hear the snoring behind me.
Mind: "What if you end up being really busy/tired this week and have to skip a day for a legitimate reason?"
Body: "My ass hurts."
Mind: "OK, our ass hurts but what else is really keeping us from working out, even a little bit?"
Body: "My inner thighs hurt too."
Mind: "You complain/make a lot of excuses for someone with large back breasts and a dimpled ass. Get off the couch."
Body: "You're right, but I don't want to get really sweaty and have to shower only to wake up and do a DVD in the morning and get sweaty again."
Mind: "So do the lower impact stretching one. You won't sweat so much but you'll still be doing a workout."
Body: "Fine. But only if I get to eat a Jello pudding snack after wards."
Mind: "Deal."
So Fiancee fell asleep and I put on shorts and did the Stretch X while he slept. I got to exercise, lightly de-stress my sore muscles and not waste a REST DAY when I still had mental/physical energy to do something.
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