Happy People Don't Shoot Their Husbands...

"Exercise gives your endorphins. Endorphins make you happy"

 

Or if you need more convinving... follow the Brooks Running Company's mantra:

Run Happy. Y'all. 

Now, let's get real. When the alarm goes off at 4:30am, I am not all Reese Witherspoon. Although, in my dreams I wish I was because she did date Jake Gyllenhaal for a hot minute. sigh.

It takes every ounce of strength for me to get out of bed and get my tuckus to the gym or out on the pavement. Sometimes I have an internal debate like so:

Me: F*#%... (roll over, glance at alarm) it's 4:30

Workout Me: Princess, get your hiney to the gym

Me: But I only got 6.75 hours of sleep, not 8

Workout Me: so, you got like 9 last night. AND you ate like 2 cookies. move it.

Me: how about I reset my alarm for 30 more minutes.....

and so on and so forth.

Once I get there, I feel great. I love to sweat. Sweat looks great on me. The post workout soreness. I crave it and it makes my day amazing. I love when my abs or arms hurt. Gosh. I love it. Why can't I love it enough at 4:30am when I have to go to the gym with no one there to meet me?!

Training is so much easier during marathon season. When I had a group of 30 to see three days a week. But to be honest, I slacked off. I didn't do my cross training during the season. Because no one was there to see me, to hold me accountable. I need to be my FitFluential self and get off my slacker horse and MOVE IT! I have goals that I want to accomplish and I need to work on them. Sometimes I can be my own worst enemy. I need to learn to be my own advocate and make a change. I will talk about some of my goals in another post. Don't worry, Boston is not one of them. This is a running blog, not a comedy blog. 

 

I hate the feeling I get from not working out. Even just a few days. The same feeling I got last night after eating a few too many noshes at book club (more on a follow-up post!).  Like if you actually bought this belly buster deal and ate it all in one sitting. eww. gross. I can't believe I actually saw some people on stalkerbook excited about buying that.

So I vow to myself, I will advocate for myself. I am the only one that can make the change. Tomorrow is a new day. Thank you, Miz Fit for your vlog tips. I am STARTing (again) tomorrow. After the marathon, I needed a reboot. Thank you for helping me reboot!

 Anyways. It's getting late. Grandma has been in her pink PJs since 7pm and is heading to bed to rest up for 4:30am. Check out twitter tomorrow am (victoria_runs) to see if I made it to the gym.... with a smile!

Hope you like my new PJs. Actually I don't care if you do. Because Huntman does and that's all that matters.

QOD: Have you ever had a runner's high?  

Maybe Charlie Sheen should take up running.