I woke up this morning after having my 3 year old ram her fist up my face all night. I said to myself, right c25k lets do it. Second attempt. Start from the begining. Sun hadn't even come up yet. So off I go..during the 30 min, Im thinking heck yes, going to post a NSV on loseit when I get home, and lizzo is just the best music to work out too.
I had been ruminating a bit about everything going on right now. Yesterday, I got told off by a moral crusader in the supermarket because my kids were helping me get an avocado. I went to bed thinking about this exchange and just spent my day feeling mummy shamed. The run this morning gave me the clarity I needed, of letting go of bs.
So I come home, high on endorphins,only to have my kids fighting and my husband complaining about running around and getting everything for everyone while he has not been able to get himself breakfast, now he is feeling faint cos he is unwell and is grumpy cos he just wants to sit down and have his cup of tea.
I feel like I have just have a brick thrown at me, cos I am patting myself on the back and feeling great. (First time in a long while) and come home to just negativity. I dont expect a banner or everyone to get excited but why do i have to end up feeling bad for working out. He doesnt make me feel bad at least not by intention, he is supportive and always motivates me, but damn its hard to stay at it when you lack the motivation. Either way, I did it now hopefully I do it again and again and again..until it becomes my lifestyle.
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