That's what my Gatorade bottle says, and I've been staring it in the face all day.
Have had an annoying headache since yesterday. Blah, blah, blah. No excuses.
Had a long day at work, filled with "normal" as well as "unusual" stress factors. I worked an hour later than I was supposed to. Blah, blah, blah. No exuses.
It's raining tonight, which makes me want to just curl up on the couch with my fleece throw and watch TV. Blah, blah, blah. No excuses.
Because...I brought my workout clothes with me to work today! I brought a snack for after work just so I would have one less excuse not to work out. And Derek's still out of town, so I don't really have a reason to go right home after work. And I brought that annoying reality check of a Gatorade bottle.
No excuses, then! I worked out in my "fake gym" (I'll just call it that from now on) and felt amazing. I know people say this all the time, but once I got started, I really wasn't tired, even though I first got on the treadmill at around 9 pm. The only problem now (like last night's hot yoga session) was that now I'm bouncing off the walls a little bit. I know that'll calm down in about an hour, and I'll sleep well tonight...
I'm glad I forced myself to be active tonight.