First, no #FridayReads today – I finished The Punch Escrow as I got home, yesterday, and I haven’t started a new book just yet. All said, I enjoyed the book – but don’t know if I’d recommend it. I knew it would be fluff, but as you continue through it, you have to turn off your brain, more and more, to the science – which, for science fiction, is difficult.
And now we move onto why I’m pissed with myself. Yesterday & today, the kids didn’t have school for parent/teacher conferences. This makes my morning schedule significantly easier – I don’t have to make lunches, I don’t have to ensure they’re dressed. But when my alarm went off, I heard rain outside – so I hit snooze. 9 minutes later, the rain had, apparently, stopped, so I got up to take the dogs on their morning walk.
The temperatures were relatively warm. The rain had (mostly) stopped. I had zero responsibility, other than getting myself ready for work, and an hour on my hands.
And I went back to bed.
Typically, I’m really good about sneaking in quick sets of strength training calisthenics between my morning tasks: once lunches are made but before the kids are dressed, once the kids are dressed and coffee is brewing, once the coffee is fully ready1. But I slept. Just when I think I’m on the verge of getting myself into a decent pattern, I take the easy way out.
Then, this morning, it was pouring rain – I will run on neither road or trail in pouring rain (too afraid of huge splashes or a car hydroplaning on roads & I know I’d slip and kill myself on wet leaves). The temperatures will plummet overnight, meaning that, if I want to run early on a Saturday morning, I need to do it with frozen feet and icicles in my beard (I have a a commitment at 7:30 in the morning, so I’d need to run, shower, and get myself to my dress rehearsal by then, so I’d wake just like it were a weekday) — but, considering today’s rain, the temps likely mean icy roads. So, again, I won’t run. Winter weather moves in Saturday afternoon, and the roads will be a mess for Sunday.
I had an opportunity. I didn’t take it. Worse than that, I didn’t even do a minimum workout. I’m mad at myself.