The hardest it is for me to workout is when I need it the most: When I am busy.
And I am busy. I missed two workout sessions last week (One because I was commuting from New Orleans and the second because I had to be at Tedx by seven). And I didn’t run on Saturday because I had to head to Mistletoe and be on my feet all day selling.
I know, I know. Excuses are like A-holes. Everyone has one.
Thing is, I wish I COULD have worked out. I felt like a slug this morning. And I was exhausted mentally and physically. (I’ve been burning the candle at both end so I can see the light at the end of the tunnel or some other worthless cliche like that).
Working out, while exhausting, gives me the energy to batter my old body around. I will make sure I at least get out there three times this week. Preferably four.
Where I fall down is in diet. YOU CAN NOT EAT WELL ON THE ROAD!
Sorry to scream at you, but it’s true. So I have eaten a lot of junk the past few days. I felt the grease oozing out my pores (not really, but it felt that way.)
I have less than two weeks left of my bootcamp. I have a lot of travel left over the next two weeks.
Now’s time for self-discipline. I pray God gives me some. But my workouts give me the ability to push through my fatigue. And that, my friends, is like gold in the bank.