I think I have lost my mind. Last night I agreed that I would go running with the husband at 6am the next day. He was thrilled that I agreed, considering I've always said I hate running. So after 10 years and 6 months of being married and patiently asking, he's finally gotten me to say "yes". Although, I half suspect he spiked my drink or my dinner last night.
Or it could be that my gym membership has expired and it would cost me seven hundred buckaroos to renew it for 12 more months and I'd rather be spending that money on something else.
Or that I really want to get into that pair of pants I bought that is one size smaller but I had to buy it anyway because that's the last piece they had!
Or that I really want to lose some more weight before I hit my pre-first-pregnancy weight.
Or that I really lurve my husband and it was a good time to spend some time alone with him.
And off we went, this morning. I nearly died. And to show that I have REALLY lost my mind, I told him we'd do this again tomorrow. Sigh. The things we do for love.
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You know, as terrible as getting up early in the morning is, it is also an amazing experience. Finals week, I didn't get much sleep but I left my house to get to school for morning prayer at 7am. The world is so quiet then, and you have so much free quiet time to yourself after that before the day starts for everyone else.
So while I do understand your suffering, and I could probably call you crazy too, enjoy it. Nothing like a change of pace to make you see things differently and redefine your definition of fun!
Hear, hear! I actually went by myself this morning - the husband is travelling until the weekend for work. He is super impressed by my new-found discipline and commitment to this routine.
I haven't reached the stage where I could say I "enjoy" it, but if I keep this up and think positive, I just might...?
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