[caption id="attachment_472211" align="alignright" width="300" caption="Good morning, sunrise. I totally beat your ass today."][/caption]
Last night, my 2-year-old started this cute little thing where he holds up a letter in the colorful, spongy alphabet he plays with in the bath, asks you what letter it is, and then – no matter how you answer – says, “Good job!”
If you’ve ever had a 2-year-old, you know it’s something new and exciting and absolutely amazing almost every day.
That’s why coming home from work and going straight to the gym is rough for me. I hate missing those little moments.
Well, that and the fact that it’s also hard to get anything else done, like dinner or laundry or whatever.
Plus, I’ve gotta be honest. When I get home, it’s hard for me to pull my butt back out of the house. I just wanna get into my comfy clothes and be done with it, especially now that it’s colder outside.
On Monday night, I went to Body Sculpt, and last night I went to kickboxing. But this morning, I managed to be back at the gym at 5:45.
Man, it feels good. By 7 a.m., I am back home and finished with my workout for the day.
Endorphins activated, and nothing to dread all day.
I’m hoping to make this my new routine.
I think my son would say, “Good job!”