I know that on Monday's our homeschool group meets from 8:30 to 1pm. I teach Body Sculpt at the Y from 4:30-5:30 and my Choose to Lose team meets from 6-7pm. I can either run early in the morning or from 1-2 while Adelle is still napping (since I value my sleep, lets go with the afternoon). I have to know what the weather is going to be like. I have to lay out my clothes and make sure my phone is charged. I have to make sure I eat light at lunch and drink plenty of water through the morning if I'm running in the afternoon. I have to prepare and plan for success.
My meal times have to line up with my workouts. Eating too close to a workout can make me sick. Not eating enough before a workout makes me feel weak. Getting the right combination of protein, carbs, and fat pre and post workout make a big difference in how I feel the rest of the day. Food matters.
Lots of things motivate me. That cheeseburger I ate over the weekend that I need to work off; a workout partner meeting me at a specific time; or boxes I can check off leading up to race day. Aside from running, working out is my job. I'm responsible to be there and be fit enough to lead others through a good workout. It's nice to get paid to workout!
Planning ahead, finding what motivates you and adhering to some kind of accountability helps you get that workout in every day. My schedule varies daily and my kids can throw a wrench in things. But, for the most part, if I make a plan, I follow through. However, "he who fails to plan, plans to fail." :)
Note: I'm teaching a writing class on the 5 paragraph essay. The previous was an example for one of my students. However, I'm planning on keeping with this theme and providing a sort of blogging accountability/plan. Writing is good therapy for me anyway. So, in the next few days I'm planning a series (we'll see if I actually follow through!):
- My weekly workout schedule
- Choose to Lose update
- Food Matters
- Kids fitness and nutrition
Yea! This should be fun! :)
1 comment:
Such good reminders! :-) Better hit that treadmill, myself. Ha!
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