So tonight, after a friend picked up her two boys from our house, I put my own Boy to bed. Then I changed into workout wear and headed downstairs.
Hello, Shaun T.
Hello, Pure Cardio workout.
Totally kicked my keister. The last few minutes were near agony. But it felt so good.
I think evening workouts are going to work out better for me for a while. I'm not as motivated to jump up in the mornings b/c I'm afraid I'll wake up the little people - and I don't want everyone's day to start that early. Plus, the best of intentions to get up early can be easily curtailed by a short night or one riddled w/interrupted sleep (the baby, the Boy's bad dreams, the puppy). It's been getting better. But still, even the anticipation of being woken up messes w/the restfulness of my sleep.
The shift in routine should help especially when William is away. A hard workout wears me out . . . and makes bed look more enticing. I need that. I can't/shouldn't keep up this midnight-to-bed funk I fall into every time my William is out for a night.
LOL, and on that note, I'd better go. I have some laundry to fold and put away before crawling into bed.
. . . Already looking forward to the morning, though. My workout is already done. My shower already had. Plan: wake up, take the dog out, pour myself a cup o' joe, and read my Bible. I'm sad to admit that too many days have passed since I've taken time to do that.
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