Day 2

If yesterday was the first day of the rest of my life, today is Day 2.
What do I mean? I mean that I woke up this morning at 5 (actually 4:50) to go to the gym with my sister. What that is really saying though is this: I am dedicated. Some would say that how can you say you are dedicated after two days, but remember I started without dedication a month ago when I signed up for Boot Camp at the gym. Maybe they are right, or maybe being dedicated to my own personal fitness is more like an addict in AA. Everyday I have to focus on my goals, everyday I have to get out of bed and decide that today I am not going to slack, I am not going to eat crap... maybe it's just like AA. If so, then Lesley is my sponser. I would NEVER have gotten myself out of bed this morning to go if I didn't have her expecting me. She doesn't let me slack. She is the voice inside my head that tells me to push through it - but the good thing is, she's louder. Louder than the voice that tells me that I should sleep, louder than the voice that tells me to slow down, and louder than the voice that tells me to drink that milkshake. In fact this morning, my wonderful husband set his alarm, so that I would wake up at 10 min. to 5. I grumbled half asleep, I'm tired, I'm not going to go. He grumbled back Ok, I did my job, snore. Laying there for half a minute I said to myself. "Lesley will be disappointed that I didn't go", I thought, she's just getting back into it too, and it helps her to have a buddy at the gym too. So I went and the wonderful thing, I didn't get any slack. The first thing she said to me as she pulled the Brittany Spears out of her ear: "You're late."

...but only a few minutes.
Mary

Ps. the mile was 14.31 today