I haven’t been walking over the past few weeks. I have lots of excuses:
“It’s been really hot – 90 degrees at 6:30 in the morning is too hot to walk.”
“I’ve been canning up a storm and I just don’t have any energy left.”
“It’s harvest-time in the garden! I don’t have time to do both!”
All of those are true, but they are also the reasons I’ve been using to justify my lack of physical activity. I cannot allow myself to fall back into the same old patterns.
This morning I pulled out the calendar to count the weeks until my birthday. There are 13 weeks left and my goal to do a 5K by then is still alive.
I hope 13 weeks is enough time to get it in gear.