No Excuses.

For the past week, a sinus infection has been kicking my butt. I feel awful, just dreadful. Death warmed over.

No seriously. I look like Richard Hammond.

It's pretty scary.

But yet, I soldier on. I slacked off this weekend because I was feeling sick and just plain didn't have time to run. I know, terrible. Today though, I was determined not to slacking off in my training. Come hell or high water, I was going to run. It may not be raining today but it feels like trying to suck air from water out there right now. I definitely felt that right at half way after coming up over the tallest hill on my route. And waiting till three in the afternoon was no help. The 24 hours of rain yesterday did nothing to cool things down. It didn't feel oppressive or midsummer, but I passed a woman, at the beginning of my cool down, she looked at me with such horror. Upon getting back to the apartment I saw why. My face was so flushed it looked painted red. I had tied a shoe too tight which had me crying for my Five Fingers for the first half, finally adjusted it but too late to prevent the blister on my arch. Which means I can guarantee we will be doing nothing but foot lock in aerial tonight and I will be bleeding by the end. Snot was pouring out of my nose by the end and once my breathing was controlled I felt very swimming, there was a lot of pressure in my head as the infection made it's last stand and pressed against everything. All I want to do is go lay down and play Portal until I fall asleep but I still have an hour and a half of climbing, spinning, dropping, and hanging from 15ft in the air. At this point I'm sure you're all asking the same question.

Why the hell would you do this to yourself?

Because I love it. Because it will get me to my goal. Because it's the only way I get to take an hour and not do anything for anyone else, be selfish and plug into my head phones and shut off the rest of the world and not feel one bit guilty for not doing something tangibly productive. Because as long as brave men and women are returning home from terrible lands, with limbs they've left behind, and get up and go for a run with their new limbs of plastic and aluminum, and still pass people, then I've got no excuse.

Because I can't let the excuses win. And don't you dare let them win either. When you don't think you have time for your workout, take an inventory of the your day. Find ways to shave some time to squeeze it it. There's almost always, guaranteed, 30 minutes of wasted time. The internet does a good job of that. I have a bad problem with getting on my computer to check one quick thing and then next thing I know I've lost 3 hours of my life reading articles about working out, instead of actually working out. How many of us watch a show simply because it's on between two good shows? That's the perfect time to throw in a quick cardio burst. Don't be afraid to power walk in your pjs. When you walk your dog, actually walk! But most importantly, don't let excuses get in your way. I have let myself down too many times because I didn't go for a run, broke my workout routine, and never progressed. I always had a reason, I was tired or not feeling 100% or I ran out of time (before my show came on) but really what it all comes down to is that I was just letting lazy win. So next time ask yourself, do I really need to see another miserable 30 minutes of "Mad Love" or should I go for a walk?