Time is the Enemy

Time is the Enemy.
It never fails.
If a workout is not going to be accomplished, it is most likely due to time.
Or tiredness and headaches.
Or all three - as was the case tonight.

I get home with Ava around 6:15 at night.
Then Chad and I get supper going.
And by then it is so close to her bedtime, I feel guilty leaving.
So I stay.
And by the time she gets to sleep, I look at that clock and think, "Really?"
It doesn't help that it was one of those days when she took a good nap
and was up til 9.
I wish I could predict these things.
Cause I could have gone, and most likely been home by then.

And of course I know the tiredness and headache ...
Well, the workout probably would have made both feel better.
But it is so hard to remember that at the time.

Regardless, it is so frustrating.
I feel so crappy when I don't do my workouts.
I feel guilty.
I really do love working out.

But, I KNOW I have to let it go.
And make tomorrow a new day.
As with so much of life.

So, I will push myself to keep finding the groove.

And I will push myself to get good workouts in Wednesday and Thursday.
Cause Chad will likely be gone Friday and Saturday.

Time will not get the best of me.