I have a confession to make: I haven’t actually worked out since Sunday. Monday, I got busy and was going to take that as a rest day, and then I felt sick Tuesday and Wednesday. After not working out for three days in a row, I just didn’t make it a priority yesterday, and it didn’t happen.
I have another confession: any time I use the phrase “day of rest,” I get this Rascal Flatts song stuck in my head.
I woke up this morning feeling like a sloth and wondering how I used to go weeks without working out.
So I laid in bed as long as possible and when I finally hopped out, I changed immediately into my running clothes, went downstairs and told my parents I was leaving.
It wasn’t my best run by far. The first mile felt good, and falling into a groove so quickly, I thought the rest of the run would be great, but the second mile felt kind of rough. I felt good again until about mile 3, when I saw my friend Sara’s mom, stopped to chat for a second, and my stomach immediately started hurting from then until I walked home. But I got 4 miles in and was glad for that.
Since I’m starting a new job on Monday, right at the beginning of the holiday season, it’d be really easy to make excuses for why I don’t have time to work out. But exercise keeps me healthy, sane and will also keep me from gaining back weight during this season of indulgence, so I need to make it a priority.
I’m definitely going to start sharing more about my workouts between now and New Year’s. I haven’t decided what form that will take yet: Jess’ Say It, Do It, the Runner’s World Run Streak, and/or just blogging about my workouts daily.
Do you work out when you’re sick? How do you keep from being a sloth over the holidays?