Today I decided to get back on the horse. Well, actually I decided a long time ago, but I've only just been able to work up the will-power to get back into an exercise routine. And being no stranger to falling off said horse (usually very early on in the race) I took the necessary precautions to be sure I would have no excuses: lots of hydration during the day, filling but nutritious meals and snacks, gear all laid out in a neat little pile so that I wouldn't spend a half-hour turning my closet upside down looking for something to wear.
But you know how the saying goes, the best laid plans of mice and men blah, blah, blah.
Halfway through my well-planned day, an annoying stomach bug decided to stop by for a visit. I didn't have a plan for this, and the lesser me would have abandoned all hope of a workout, in favour of an evening spent on a comfy sofa. But somewhere along the way, the lesser me had lost her voice, and the me that is fighting for her health, her sanity and her waistline decided to step up. And step I did. Slowly and painfully, the blocks went by, and then one mile, and then another. It wasn't as far as I'd hoped to go, but it was far enough.
What's the plan for tomorrow? I honestly haven't thought that far ahead. I guess I'd better get to it!