Rise & Shine!
March 24, 2012 § Leave a comment
Dang. Saturday morning. It’s not even 10 am and I am writing you to say I’ve worked out, showered, and cleaned my room. WHAT?!!
I know. It’s cray. Especially since I didn’t go to bed until almost midnight. I have a confession, I went to see The Hunger Games last night. Holy moly. I love going to the movies, and this was the perfect big screen production. I’ll admit I hadn’t read the books and I had no idea what the premise was until the trailer came out, but WOW. It was great. My girlfriends and I went to the show at 7 last night but were all so worked up after due to its sheer awesomeness we needed a glass of wine after to debrief.
Despite all the excitement last night I woke up at 6:15 bright-eyed and bushy tailed and ready to go. I figured I might as well go out now while I’m motivated and I can nap all afternoon. I had forgotten how invigorating exercising, and especially exercising in the morning can be. I’m nearly back to my usual obnoxious morning person status.
Though there were a couple of hiccups along the way this week, I’d file Week 1 of training in the WIN column. I’m really proud of myself. Today’s intervals were a minute (a wee minute can seem like an eternity sometimes) longer than the interval I had the other morning and I had to pump myself up in the last thirty seconds. A lil’ come on AT, you can do this, that sort of thing.
In the absolute last minute of my last interval my recurring motivator came to haunt me. This might sound weird, but, for years, whenever I am in a hard spot working out – be it on the treadmill, or a few years ago with my trainer doing burpees or some horrible form of jumping, I would imagine a huge bag of Doritos chasing me. Yep. All those years of bad snacking catching up with me. For some reason though the bag of Doritos always comes to mind.
They are kind of the epitome of junk food- completely and utterly unhealthy, processed, and bright orange. It ain’t natural cheese, I don’t care what the package says. And they are so gosh darn addicting. (And we’re talking the Nacho Cheese flavor, none of this Cool Ranch nonsense.)
So there’s a brief peek inside my inner crazy that sometimes happens. Hey, as long as it’s motivating me I say, ok.