It's pouring out. I can't go to the gym. Well, I could go, but I'd be soaked with squelching shoes and be quite a misery. I could wear my wellie boots up to the gym, but I think they'd rub a raw spot on my feet before the mile was up. I could wear one pair of sneaker up to the gym, wear a dry pair in the gym, and then the wet ones home - but I'll still end up with wet feet. I hate having wet feet.
Shortie isn't feeling too well, she's had two nights of interrupted sleep. I think she's too hot at night, she's got a bit of heat rash up her back...what's going to happen when summer hits? But, I think she's well enough for an hour and a half in the nursery. It would do her good to be distracted for that time. I should go up to the gym for her sake. So she can play.
But I'd still have to walk two miles in the rain.
It's times like this I wish I took drugs. NO no....no. I should be positive. It's just a bit of water falling out of the sky. Not the end of the world. I'm just a bit tired, too. I can do this. What's a wee walk in the rain? I'm not made of sugar, I won't melt.
I could put on an exercise DVD, instead. But, I know I won't. And Shortie won't let me work out in the living room; she turns into a cat and tries to wind herself up between my feet.
Motivation and inspirations are nothing without a backbone. OK, need a positive thought: A year ago I was nearly crippled with plantar fasciitis, and it's gone now. I suffered nearly 12 months of being able to walk by day, to hopping on one foot at night, and not being able to do any exercise that put pressure on my feet. Now I can do these things...and I am going to.