Yesterday morning, I was really on the fence about working out. It was cold and rainy and even though I was planning to head to the gym (so the weather didn’t matter), I just wasn’t motivated. I wanted to sit on the couch, preferably with a warm beverage, chocolate, and a good book. It wasn’t a physical issue and a need for a rest day, it was purely mental and mostly related to the gray, wet weather.
In the end, I decided to “phone it in”. The Urban Dictionary defines “phoned it in” as “to put in a half assed effort at something, but complete it.”
I decided I’d head to the gym, do an easy 30 minutes on the elliptical as an excuse to read my book, and then walk a mile around the track. The combination would get me some HBBC points, fulfill the “30 for 60”, and hit my mile for Tall Mom’s “Mile a Day”.
In the end, I did 35 relatively easy minutes on the elliptical, ran a mile barefoot on my treadmill, and did 10 minutes of squats, crunches, planks, and pushups. (I swear planks are going to kill me one of these days. I wasn’t sure I could get off of the floor after the last one.)
My mind never joined the party. I was more involved with enjoying my book than knocking out a major work out. But my body didn’t care. All it knows is that I moved it at a mostly easy pace (damn those planks) for an hour. And, in the end, that’s all that really mattered.
Winner of the entry to the Blue Ridge Marathon is…
G, at Neurosis of the Stay at Home Marathoner of 3 (kids), which seems sort of appropriate since she is, afterall, galactically bad ass. Hit me up via email or facebook and we’ll get you signed up.