I forgot how much I love sweating. This morning I got up at 6:00. I took Henry to my Mom's house and headed for the gym. I felt nervous. I don't really know why it is that I get nervous every time I do something new, even when it isn't actually new. I exercised every day before I had Henry. And yet I still felt my stomach flip as I handed the girl at the desk my I.D. Last night I packed my bag. I had a system 3 years ago; I was able to fit everything into a small bag. I couldn't figure it out last night. My shampoo bottles wouldn't fit in the side pockets, my flip-flops stuck to the towel. By 11:00 last night I quit trying to remember how I did it and just squeezed it all in. This morning I ran for 40 minutes. I did a 5 minute warm up and a 5 minute cool down. I ran a total of 4 miles. That is a 10 minute mile, which I don’t think is all that great, but I was practically giggling by the time I climbed off that machine because I didn’t think I would last 20 minutes, let alone 50.
The rest of today has not been as easy. The only bad thing about morning workouts is that I feel crazy hungry all day. I have been drinking green tea and water like a crazy person but I can’t stop thinking about dinner. Veggie lasagna. With garlic bread.