I really wanted to get a workout in today, but I work out in the living room, and my wife was in there watching tv, relaxing. That’s cool by me, because she really does put in a lot of hours at work and needs her downtime.
(BTW, I have in the past asked her to leave for an hour while I work out, but today was not the time to do that. Trust me.)
She was headed in to work this afternoon to catch up on paperwork. I’ll work out then.
That didn’t happen. She did go to work, but I had eaten too soon to her leaving, and I needed a cardio workout. For me, that’s two hours to wait after eating, or I’ll hurl, I swear. Oh, well.
No huge deal. I’ll skip it. After all, I justified, I did a hard back and biceps workout yesterday. I could use the rest….
Well, feeling guilty and wanting to move, I could not just sit there, so I ended up upstairs cleaning out our extra room, which I am turning into a workout room. I made sure I went up and down the stairs quickly and often, so at least I was getting in a bit of cardio.
Did I fail? Yeah. I wanted to get a cardio workout in, but I didn’t. Was the day a total fitness failure? Not at all. Plus, I did get a lot of prep done to the workout room that will, hopefully, in the future, prevent the whole thing that led to the failure to begin with.
Yup, I gotta get that thing done. Weekend workouts are hard to get in without it.