I have come to the conclusion that there will never be a good time to workout. I want to believe that one day I will just wake-up and love working out, that I will crave a good run like I crave a Starbucks mocha. But in my 29, almost 30 years, of life it has never happened.
Instead I keep setting my alarm for 5:45, pulling on sweats and struggling through a pinterest workout before work. I have been doing this routine for over a week now and while I don't love the early morning wake-up call, I LOVE the added energy I am getting sans a double-shot of caffeine.
Last week I started back at the gym with an addition of spin class. And tonight on a whim Mr. R. and I took Pip out for a run. She loves the jogging stroller and I love the runner's high I get after our 3 miles are completed. Plus my new sneakers look even better with fresh dirt in the soles.