This morning I successfully dragged myself out of bed early, in to the dark, cold morning. It was something like 25 degrees out, which is ridiculous for October. I took Seamus for his walk, gave him his breakfast, took off a couple of layers and dragged myself downstairs to do 30 Day Shred. I was tired but determined, and I gave the workout my all. Then I staggered upstairs and got ready to go to work.
I was sleepy but pleased with myself for following through on my morning exercise plan. After I got to work I went to the kitchen to make my usual morning oatmeal, and ran into one of my co-workers. "Good morning," he said. "Are you feeling ok? You don't look well." And here I thought that morning workouts were supposed to put a spring in my step and make me brighteyed and bushytailed. Instead, I got to be tired and insulted by my co-workers. This had better pay off in the long run!
awwww that's not ver nice, you should make yourself a sticker to wear that says, "30 day shred in progress" and maybe folks wil be nicer
I would have shown off my mad '30 day shred' ninja skills with a boot to the head.
I know what you mean. Morning runs tend to destroy the rest of my day. This exercise stuff is supposed to be good for us, right?