I can admit it:  I’m out of shape.  The days of playing two sports and having a rapid fire metabolism are long gone, and I’m left with a little more of me then I’d like there to be.  I kept promising to “work out every day” and for a while Ross and I were going to this really great weight lifting class at the gym we belonged to — but — life happens, I guess.  We were house hunting and then house buying and then moving.  Really zaps your motivation when there’s something going on every single evening and you wonder where all your down time went. 

So then I was back to promising to work out. Tomorrow.  Tomorrow always seemed a more convenient time than today.  And really, if intention had counted as action, then I would have been Miss Universe.  But unfortunately, just wanting to get back into shape doesn’t produce many results.  I had to make actual plans and carry them out for this ball to get rolling. 

After work seemed like an ideal time:  I get off half an hour before Ross, just enough time to get out and run before he got home. Never happened.  I always had something pressing to do right after work – some errand to run, a plant that needed planting, maybe just watching Dr. Phil if I felt so inclined.  So the “after work” plan bombed.

I didn’t want to entertain the other option: before work.  I’ll admit, those that get up at the crack of dawn, have an invigorating work out and zip off to work get all my respect.  kudos to you fine people.  but if you know me, that ain’t my bag.  I don’t do getting up early – not even for fun things.  So running was definitely  not at the top of the list.  But the idea tugged at me more and more until I realized that it wouldn’t be so bad.  I didn’t have a commute or a dress code to worry about.  I work from home for crying out loud – no one would care if I showed up to work with my hair in a bun or even in sweatpants. 

So.  Long story short:  I’m now a morning runner.  Two words I never thought would describe me, but here we are.  I started Monday, and while today is only Wednesday, I’m already feeling positive about this being a good habit to stick to.  I’m finally putting my empty promise into action and I’m hittin the road to make it happen.  Kudos to ME.