If you’ve read this blog more than, say, three days, you know I enjoy my cocktails.
I also enjoy my sleep.
When I was training for MCM, I finally got into the swing of morning workouts. And I LOVED getting into work already having my workout done.
Then I ran MCM and then Sandy hit. I was out of my apartment for a week and totally got out of the swing of things. Work got busy again, and working out wasn’t a priority.
I spent December starting to get into strength training on my own (fine, with the help of Jess) and running fell by the wayside.
But now, after some time off from running that was needed mentally and physically, I am ready.
I have goals. Starting with the D.C. Half, thanks to Gu, which is providing me with a bib in exchange for blogging about ingesting little foil packets while running. Done.
This is my cookie jar. No joke.
So tonight, I went to a work happy hour. I’ve been sick all week, and I still felt crappy this morning. I didn’t want to skip happy hour with my team, but I didn’t want to skip my run either.
I did something crazy.
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This will never happen again. By the time I got home, it was 8:30. By the time I hopped on the treadmill, it was nearly 9. I busted out 3 miles (half > full training sometimes) and hopped off much happier.
I got a comment recently asking how I work out at night after a long day.
Because you gotta do what you gotta do, especially when goals are involved.
What sort of sacrifices do you make for your goals?