I have a confession to make:
Yesterday, my back was really sore from my 14-mile long run & all the housework I did this weekend. I mean, like, stand-up-and-groan-like-an-80-year-old sore. EVERY time I got up from my desk at work.
Sorry, cubicle mates.
There was a chance of rain in the forecast. It was glum & gloomy out. I was still tired from the busy weekend. I was hungry. I just wanted to hang out with my fiancé after a long Monday. There were probably more excuses running through my head. (No pun intended. Maybe?)
On my way home, I thought about what workout I would rather do—bike for an hour, or run 4 miles. Those were my options for the night, according to my training schedule this week.
I don’t really want to do either.
I’d kiiiinda rather go get a beer with Matt and hang out.
“Hey…I’m almost home. What do you think about getting dinner & a beer somewhere?”
Next thing I knew, we were pulling into one of our favorite local dinner spots and sidling up to the bar for a frosty beverage. Matt ordered a New Glarus Totally Naked beer. I ordered the Point Nude Beach, draft please. The bartender gave us a strange look. I can’t imagine why?
We tipped back our brews and washed down gooey, drippy cheeseburgers. We talked wedding plans. Laughed. Relaxed. Focused on the important things: each other, enjoying the moment, planning our future nuptials, and how good that cheeseburger tasted. And then we stayed to chat with a close friend when she stopped by to join us for one more pint.
So, that’s what I did last night. I didn’t get in my workout. I didn’t stick to my diet. Whatsoever. I didn’t catch up on the multiplying pile of work that always seems to suddenly appear on Mondays, wash the morning’s dishes, or finish cleaning up after our bathroom makeover.
We can’t be perfect every day…but why would you want to be?