For the last two days it’s been pretty hard to get up in the morning. Yesterday I didn’t want to get up because it was my first run. I was afraid of it. The last few times I’ve tried to run have been pretty disastrous. I couldn’t go far, but I would push myself well beyond my limits. That just contributed to exhaustion, and disgust with myself. So I wasn’t looking forward to it. But I got up anyway, although a little late. This morning I was just too tired. I seemed to have stayed up too late. 11 is too late for me if I’m getting up before 6. Lesson learned; I’ll go to bed earlier. I don’t need that to hinder me.
A friend and coworker of mine, Adam, suggested that my limits are mostly mental as opposed to physical. That’s why I tried to swim longer this morning. Perhaps they are. I think that I am limited by my physique – maybe not as much as I previously thought, though. That’s good. I should pay close attention to what my body is “telling” me. I don’t want to overdo it. I know I can overwork myself; I’ve done it before. It’s not fun.
Tomorrow I weigh in. I’m excited to see what I’ve done this week. You’ll see the result on my SkinnyR graph.