I didn't get enough sleep last night. I was out late at a book club meeting (we discussed The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, which was fascinating), and I didn't get home until after 11 p.m. A noisy thunderstorm and I made it to my house at the same time, and the lightning strikes were so close that they rattled my bedroom windows as I was trying to fall asleep.
On days I'm going walking, I wake up around 5:25 a.m. and today was no exception. The first thing I did when I got out of bed was text my walking buddy, A Librarian, to say, "Ugh. Can't do it today. Just too tired."
Then I went to lie down again.
Of course, I couldn't just fall back asleep until she'd texted me back with a confirmation, so I got back up to check the phone.
I lay back down for a couple of minutes, but the hideous exhaustion I'd felt earlier was quickly dissipating. The idea of taking my morning walk didn't sound so insurmountable anymore.
I got up again, started gathering my workout clothes and shoes, and texted, "Nevermind. I woke up enough to rescind my bailout. Let's walk!"
At 6:01, she pulled up at the foot of the driveway and we set off on our walk. It turned out that her voicemail box was full and she hadn't actually gotten my messages anyway. It's a good thing I got up or she'd have been knocking on my door while I was pajama-clad and snoozing.
As it turned out, I felt quite energetic on the walk. It's getting easier and easier to walk the 3.4 mile route, especially since we've started walking three times a week.
So the point of my story is that having a workout partner is invaluable. Sometimes they can get you off your lazy butt without even having to talk to you.