As I approach the midway point it is starting to sink in that I might really complete this goal.
Which is starting to freak me out because without this goal I don’t think I will continue to make exercise a priority.
Which means that this whole exercise will have been a waste.
Up until now, with the exception of my time in Nashville, my schedule has been pretty flexible. I had plenty of opportunities every day to get in 30 minutes of exercise.
That wasn’t the case the other day. I was going to a Phillies game after work and had a butt-ton of errands that had to be run during lunch and so my only time to get up and workout was in the morning.
I have not been a morning person since college.
But, the night before, I followed all the advice of the “How to be a Morning Person” articles I have read: I packed my gym bag, set my alarm and then placed my phone on the other side of the room so I would have to get up and move to turn it off, I stopped looking at screens at 9 p.m. and was tucked into bed with the lights off by 10.
And at 5:30 my alarm went off. I got out of bed, I turned it off, watched the Rock’s inspirational video telling me to get up (eh, the Rock, that morning’s video wasn’t so great if I’m being honest), then climbed back in bed and pet Zuzu.
Checked out Facebook.
Then went to Poshmark.
Then to Bumble.
Then pet Zu some more while complaining about how unfair it is that she gets to sleep all day while I have to go to work.
Then finally got out of bed. It was now close to 6 a.m.
I did not get dressed for the gym. Instead, I started coffee and took Zu for a walk.
Then I drank my coffee and watched the news.
All this time I was desperately trying to negotiate a way to not workout this morning and, when that didn’t work, I watched the time trying to figure out the absolute latest I could leave the house and still get in a workout.
Finally I got dressed.
But, even dressed, I still tried to figure out a way to not go to the gym this morning. I was at the door, with my gym bag over my shoulder, sunglasses on top of my head, and Zuzu staring down at me from the top step and even then, I thought about skipping; just putting my bag down and putting GMA back on.
The only thing that got me to the gym that morning is that was day 42 and I had come too far to quit.
But soon, not soon enough, but soon, it will be day 101. And then what? What gets me out that door that morning?
Seriously. I’m asking.