Motivation? I have none. I have dwindled down to running only 2 or so miles at a time maybe 3 times a week...if I'm lucky. Sometimes only twice. Yes, that's 4 miles a week. 4 miles a week will not allow me to eat what I want and still button my jeans, people. I need some inspiration. I have combed through Pinterest, pinning motivational posters of skinny people in cute running clothes at sunrise. Getting up early to run outside with the sun only happens a few months out of the year in my neck of the woods. I know this, I appreciate this. Sadly, I sleep through this. I started running after work a few times a week because I had time to run and shower before hubby came home. Then other stuff started getting in the way of that. Then I just got lazy. I really like sitting on my chair playing Candy Crush Saga and watching Bravo. (yes, simultaneously...those housewives don't need to be watched--just listened to).
I need to get motivated again. I need to remember I'm worth it...again. I need to know that the time I'm putting in will come back to me in muscle tone, endorphins, and a flat tummy for the summer. Okay, and probably more years on the planet. Right now though, it's a month until vacation and the flat tummy at the pool beats more bingo at age 88.
Dammit. I guess I'm running tomorrow. I better go stream some Nike ads.
