excuses are for wimps.

I was all set to shake up my fitness routine in 2011.  Yup.  I did a little research into what might help make me a better runner.

All the evidence pointed to core strengthening.

I did a little more research.  More evidence pointed to losing a few pounds.

Which I totally enjoyed the benefits of when I ran the marathon, the 10 miler and the 5K at my lightest weight in years.  If 5 pounds makes THAT huge of a difference, imagine what another 5 pounds would do?  So, how do I lose a few pounds... Aha!  Strength training.

So I poked a friend about her workout, and, through the randomness that followed found a group workout that is 9 minutes away from my house, at a time of day I like to workout (sure, 5:30 IS the best time of day isn't it?), and I know one of the women who does this group looks like... well... you know my joke about becoming a victoria's secret model when I "grow up"?  Yea, pretty much like THAT.  And because I'm married I'll refrain from commenting about the appearance of the guy I know who does the class - but I think that probably says enough.

Anyway - I was ALL set to go, looking forward to it, and immediately, I got sick.

And then a week later, I got all my childhood vaccinations re-done for Nursing School - and felt too funky and sore the next morning to try out a new program.

So here we are - several weeks later.  And no new fitness routine has been attempted.

This morning was going to be THE DAY.  No excuses.  None.  Yea.  Tell that to the 1/4 inch of ice all over my car, driveway and roads (causing a cancelation of the workout group).

Excuses are for wimps.

SO next week... there will be no freakin' excuses.

Unless it snows.