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.