Friday, March 11, 2011
At 4:30, some twangy country song filled our room. Our alarm clock only seems to pickup country stations and I refuse to wake up to the wah-wah-wah.
James got up and headed to the bathroom. I didn't really move from my spot. He came back in, and asked "Are we going?" I sighed, rolled over, and complained that I felt like I had just crawled in bed. He said "We'll get back on track on Monday." He reset the alarm for 6.
A few minutes later, I was feeling guilty. I didn't get my run in last night - not for laziness. I just didn't have enough time. I had other priorities last night and it got put on the back burner to "I'll get to it if I can." I didn't. I tried to convince myself I'd skip lunch today, leave early and try to get to the last class of the day.
I compromised that if I rolled over and looked at the clock and it was still before 4:40, I'd get up. Roll over. 4:41. YES! I thought. Wait? I'm excited that I'm not going to workout? Wait, too much thought is really going into this. Get.Your.Lazy.Arse.Up.
So, I announced to the room as I through back the covers, I was going! James may or may not have grunted at me. But, I quickly dressed, through on my running shoes (because I knew we were running this morning) and headed out the door. IS thought she won. But, it was like a fade away jump shot as the time expired - nothing but net.
On time for class. Really hard workout. Got it done.
Inner Sloth - 0; Lauren - 2!