Speaking of not using excuses, I didn't run yesterday. My reasoning was that Monday night I stayed up until midnight and sewed and figured I'd be too tired, so I did a twenty-five minute walk and called it good. Then last night my neighbors who never seem to sleep started teasing their dog and socializing next to my bedroom window at around eleven o'clock. I'd already turned down a request for tutoring and a pep talk and ended up doing it after all because sleep was pretty much out of the question.
Then I got up at five and thought, "Not gonna." An hour later it occurred to me that I'd already used my sleep deprivation excuse, so I put on my shoes and dragged my sorry butt to the treadmill. I did not want to get on the tread mill. I did not want to do my five minute warm up walk. Thirty seconds into my first run, I started wheezing.
What a big ball of fail. I'll either try this again later today, do another longer brisk walk, or just get on the treadmill tomorrow. Quitting isn't an option. Holy cow, I am out of shape.