Misery Loves Company, otherwise known as, It's Nice to Work out with a Partner

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Yesterday my husband joined me at the gym. There's something comforting about having someone join you in your suffering. I don't know what it is but it presses me on.  Of course he was working at around level 10 and I was at level 4 or something (maybe not even that high) and I was on there for 35 minutes and he was on for a whole hour. He glanced over at me at some point, around halfway there, and I was huffing and puffing away like I was the one working out on level 10. He smiled in amusement.

Today my arms were sore and I told him, "Hey, if I'm sore I got a work out."

Misery loves company, or so the saying goes. Usually my husband works out at another gym across town but yesterday he had his workout clothes with him at work so he decided to go to my gym. It was a nice treat to have him there working out next to me, even though we were both lost in our own music.

I also made an interesting observation about myself. I set my iPod to play on "shuffle" and I was not as motivated to pick up the pace as I was when I set it on my "Workout" play list. Around halfway through my work out I set it to that play list and it made a huge difference. The music made me want to move faster and it put a pep in my step. (OK, I know that sounds goofy)

So dear friends, I bid you adieu for the night. It's late and I worked out Tuesday and Wednesday, twice in a row, and my body is feeling it today. I need to get some rest so that I can get up tomorrow and hopefully work out again tomorrow night.

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I made it to the gym again this week! Thank goodness! I even went at the end of a really bad day. Believe me, it was extremely difficult to do it, but somehow I made myself go and I did it. I'm working on building myself back up to running. I didn't want to just jump right back into running after missing my workouts for a couple of weeks. So I've been walking and building back up. I think today is the day I'm going to start back on my 90/60 running again. I was already running longer than I was walking and I set myself back. No, I can' think of it that way. Any move is a move forward.

I'm having lunch at my desk, a cup of Progresso Light chicken soup. I'm going to resist the Girl Scout cookies that are sitting on my desk right now and I'm going to eat an Adkins peanut butter fudge crisp instead of the very delicious peanut butter patties that are calling my name. Yes, this peanut butter fudge crisp is just as delicious! Yum!!

I've included a picture of the Kindle for y'all to check out. I'm sure most of you have seen it before or may even have one. These are really popular and so are the Sony Readers. I am moving forward with my plan and I have a lunch meeting with my prospective editor next week. She's my former journalism teacher from high school and she's retired now. She's agreed to take a look at a couple of pages for me and to give me some feedback. Then she'll decide if she can do the editing and we'll go from there. I'm scared and excited all at the same time.

I keep telling myself to Leap Fearlessly. I'm scared to make big changes, but I have to do it. Now is the time.