It’s the weekend.
I so love my weekends. Sleeping in, jammie time until noon, hot coffee, feet up, random documentary on…it is pure bliss.
Well, it should be.
On Fridays, however, it doesn’t quite work out that way. Ella has swimming lessons in the morning, which means jammie-time-until-noon is out (I have to get dressed to walk her over to the pool, don’t I?) Once we get home, it’s bath time, 2nd breakfast (she gets understandably hungry again after swimming), and play time. Then, and only then, can I sit down to a hot cup of coffee and a random documentary. Feet up? Obviously.
I don’t usually work out on Fridays because I just don’t have the time. Saturdays, however, are another story. I still slept in today, but once I was up, I was up. Oh, how I would have loved to just lounge around with my jammie pants and a t-shirt, hot mug of coffee in my eager hands, but I know I can’t do that. I have to work out. I have to. (note that I said “have to” and not “want to.”)
NTC has become another one of my best friends, but you already knew that. I love this app. I am never at a loss for a workout because this app has everything. I completed a 30 minute circuit challenge today and I was dying by the end of it. But it was a good kind of dying, you know?
Tomorrow I am planning my long run. I’m not sure yet how far I will run, but–weather and health permitting–I am hoping to run at least 17K. I need to do this. I want to do this. I need and want to make this happen.
(Note that I said “want to” and not “have to.” Big difference.)