Last night, I planned to head out after the hubby got home from work to run. I was planning on doing at least a mile.
Notice the word “planning.” I usually go running in the morning, but that wasn’t an option yesterday for time reasons. So I visited the lady’s room before I left my house and drove to my running spot, and as I’m driving there, I realize, I have to pee…again! I decided, I could push through. It’d be fine. I started running, got about a quarter of a mile and changed my mind.
On the bright side, I weighed in at my Weight Watchers meeting this morning, and I’m down another 2.5 pounds, making it more than 7 pounds in 3 weeks and only 2.7 pounds shy of 50 pounds!
ZUMBA tonight! Maybe I can make it for a run on Thursday, if not, Sunday I know my butt will be lining up for another 5k; which I plan on rocking to the best of my ability on Sunday!