Dave and I woke up late this morning. Not sure what happened, but the alarm didn't go off. We haven't figured out if it was me not setting the alarm, or if the phone is being weird. (I could swear that I set the alarms last night.) Anyway, he woke me up at 6:30 am, a full hour and fifteen minutes after I normally wake up on a weekday morning. Neither of us were happy about the situation, but I jumped up off the couch (thanks to the biggest little hogging the bed last night) and started getting ready. I had made a promise to myself that every.single.day would start with me sweating and working out somehow (unless there are crazy, unforeseen events that are taking place. i.e. vomiting, diarrhea, our house is burning, etc, etc.). We got ourselves ready in a hurry and started our kettle bell circuits. Not feeling it, but doing it. "Just keep moving," I would tell myself. I had forgotten to grab my protein muffin before starting the workout and about half way through I was starting to feel hungry. Not good. "Just keep moving!"
So we did it. I didn't get to go hula hoop afterwards like normal, but I started my day pouring sweat and making crazy/this sucks faces at the hubster. So it was good. I'll go home tonight and do the next day of my couch to 5k training and hula hoop. Then I'll go snuggle with my boys (all three of them: Dave [the hubster], Silas [the biggest], and Elijah [the littlest]. The biggest turned three today and I am in need of mama snuggles and some serious time with the train track and boys who race the trains.
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| All the hard work, it's for these guys. I want to be around for everything, and they need me to be healthy! |
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