Let’s Get Healthy: Day Twenty-three (AKA Get Thee Behind Me, Satan) #romancefit
Time on Treadmill: 30 minutes.
Leg pain: a solid five, but that’s due to the incoming weather patterns screwing with my joints. CBD oil and ibu should calm everything down by the time I get to bed.
Welp, I knew it was going to happen at some point. One of these days I would spend the day doing stuff, forgetting all about my treadmill friend, and when it came time to take a shower and hit the hay (yes, I take showers at night. I have to — I’ve been drenched in sweat this last week well past midnight) I’d think, “Ya know, I’ve been good. I haven’t missed a day yet. Skipping it one time won’t kill me, and maybe I can make it up tomorrow.”
And it wouldn’t kill me, it really wouldn’t. But … I’d know that I missed it. And that would make me feel, not bad or guilty, but like there was a gap in my day. Like, have you ever had a day when you know you forgot to do something, but you couldn’t remember what? It’s like that.
So I got my shoes on, got on the treadmill (I think I’m going to start calling him Chuck) and banged out thirty minutes to the Femmedance playlist. And now I am showered and about to hit the hay, so g’night.