I worked 12 hours today. I am TIRED. All I wanted to do when I got home is grab the whole bottle a glass of this:
Put on my pajamas, curl up with this guy:
And catch up on this:
It sounded so good. Even now I'm wondering why I didn't. But I managed to dig up some motivation (mostly from the fact that I haven't worked out since Sunday and I won't be able to fit in another until Saturday) and drag my booty to the gym. I got in a 5K on the treadmill. Took me 33:50. Great time, no. Better than chilling on the couch, probably. Now I think I'll go put a dent in have a small sip of the bubbly.