Religious affiliations aside, 40 days seems like a very reasonable, yet challenging, period of time for a little challenge of sorts....don't you think?
I do. I'll jump on that Catholic bandwagon for the next few weeks.
Except I can't quite nail down a challenge. I am considering forcing myself to do a pre-determined amount of weekly morning workouts. But lemmetellyou, fasting for 40 days in the desert seems like a lot more fun than getting up at 5AM to go for a run. Which I guess is the point.
So morning workouts it is. Which will be replaced by just regular-old-after-work-workouts if, you know, I still suck at mornings. Point is, there needs to be workouts. Because I have this big five mile race to train for. Did you hear that? FIVE WHOLE MILES OF RUNNING. OMG. Sorry but its laughable that I will consider this five mile race an accomplishment. But that is where I am. And it must be dealt with.
Quite frankly, this is what I need to kick start all the other little things that need to change in my life at the moment. Its true. Working out does this. Its like magic fertilizer beans for the saggy, droopy beanstalk that you've been neglecting in the backyard, Jack. (or in this case, "magic easter jelly beans")
So nighty-night kids. This little princess needs her beauty rest lest I be a raging witch in the wee hours of the morning tomorrow. Or...wait....that raging witch part is probably inevitable. But I should get some sleep anyway....so I'm not a TIRED raging witch.
Happy Ash Wednesday. (Is it Easter yet?)