Many Saturday mornings I am ready to go the gym. At least, I have mentally prepared myself the night before so my resolve is in place. Often my daughter gives me a gentle push toward a certain class that we go to together through texts and calls. This morning I knew she wasn't going so it was almost license to just not go. Who would know?
As I laid in bed and later started moving through morning routines my mind kept tugging in two directions. I didn't know which would win.
I have lots to do today.
Errands can probably be fit in one hour later.
I should probably shower first.
And then go sweat and be on a mat?
I'm kind of tired.
They say exercise actually wakes you up.
Heather isn't going.
I really don't need a partner to do body flow.
It's snowing outside.
The forecast is for sun a little later.
I feel like I look foolish in that class.
So who's looking at me anyway?
I better feed the cat.
Oh, he's already been fed.
I should vacuum first.
Where are my yoga pants and shirt?
Right on the shelf, ready to go.
I should have started earlier, I'm running late.
In the car.