|Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don’t rent them out to tomorrow.|
|— Jerry Spinelli|
Another restless nights sleep. A long, slow day at work. I need to eat. There’s a book that came out today that I am dying to read, I would rather do that. Excuses, plain and simple. Words that filtered through my mind on my way home from work today, reasons that were an attempt to clear my conscience for not going to the gym. So I am tired, I can sleep tonight. The eating thing, while accurate, I can grab something to eat before working out. The book will still be here after the gym ( I just need to stay away from twitter and spoilers!) I was ready to come home, kick off the shoes, fix dinner, open the book and lose myself in pages…
None of that was meant to be. Why, you ask? When I mention to my fifteen year old daughter the possibility of going to the gym after work, she pounced! I walked into the house all set to take it easy, and there she sat on the couch. All 5’11” of her clad in her gym clothes, ready to go. Well, damn. So I grabbed a quick bite of food for the energy, changed my clothes, grabbed my water bottle and we set off.
I have shared with you all my reasons for this journey, my motivations, but I have to tell you, taking my leggy daughter with me, and putting her on the treadmill next to me? Well, that certainly kicked up my competitive spirit. I had my warm up pace, 3.3 mph, walking along, loosening up. Good, right? I thought so too until the she kicked up her pace to 5.1 mph. Mind you, I had a near death experience “running” (more of a trot) at 4.2 mph yesterday, so I knew there was no way I could run that fast, but I did up my pace to 4.0 mph to trot. I alternated this pace with 3.7 mph while she alternated between 3.3 and 5.1. We kept this up until her boredom meter spiked at 45 minutes. Add in the five minute cool down and we are done. She totaled 3.10 miles, while I came in with 3.0 miles.
Without her knowing, she got me to the gym, effectively kicking all of those “buts” I had lined up instead of what I know I needed to do.
Nope, no one said it would be easy, they just said it would be worth it.