I won't give up...

I've been crazy, and busy, and stressed out beyond belief over the past two weeks.  I really hadn't gotten a chance to go work out, and I haven't really felt well.  Last night it all caught up with me, I was watching the news while finishing up some work and when they reminded us to set our clocks ahead I was so upset at the thought of losing an hour of sleep when I was already exhausted, I just plain broke down in tears.  Seriously.

Geordon sent me to bed, and when I woke up 12 hours later I felt a whole lot better.  I'm still behind at work, and have a lot to do, but I decided to make sure that I got back to the gym today.   The little alarm on my iCal had gone off this morning reminding me that there are only 49 weeks until the Princess 1/2 Marathon.   I'm not going to get there sitting on the couch, no matter how bad I felt last night.

 Amanda Tinney had checked in with me last week with some encouraging words and they'd been echoing in my head for days. "Don't give up!" I won't Amanda... I won't give up and your reminder that folks are cheering for me means the world.

The skies here are gray, it's cold, and wet, and gross. It was warm and dry inside the gym though. I hopped on the bike and started pedaling. It wasn't a fantastic work out, I only went about 3 miles, but it was 3 miles further than I had been in two weeks.