I just returned from a fantastic vacation. Prior to heading out to Lake Michigan, I committed to a week of respite that would qualify as a mixture of spa and boot camp. Turns out, it was more mixed drinks and reading chick lit than anything that would qualify as substantial sweat educing activity. I will give myself a bit of kudos — there was plenty of leisurely bike riding, and I even threw in an actual jog on the beach for good measure.
Now it’s Monday and I’m back at it. I figured work would be a beast (true to form I have 240 emails in my box and 17 voicemails). I woke up with a start this morning (crazy dream about a bird eating the dog), and I realized that even though it was 5:40, I could still jump up and make it to spinning with 45 minutes of class left…. SO I WENT.
Halfway into my Monday (its 12:53 local time), I’m GLAD I DID! I’ve already worked my way through the majority of the emails and I’m gearing up to tackle the phone messages. Working out in the morning really sets a great tone for my day. I feel fabulous!
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