I needed guilt, and obligation, and shame, and poking, and pushing, and commitment. Sometimes that’s what it takes. It takes a village… for me to get a workout. No really, I’m not a superwoman exercise queen. Living well is a community effort and these days I’m really making use of it.
Over the last two years I’ve occasionally considered going to the 7am Running Intervals track workout that my boss coaches. Every time the alarm would go off my instant reaction was “sleep is more important” and back to sleep I’d go. Every time. So this week I asked her to make me go. I was hoping she’d pick me up, but as that wasn’t possible she said “I’m going to write you up if you don’t go!” I imagined a poor employee review. I imagined everyone at work disappointed in me. For two days I prepared myself to go – skipping was not going to be an option.
Best boss-friend ever.
It’s been inconsistent and I’m still looking for the hooks that will stick for now. While I love triathlons, and will do one or two this year, I need a different simpler goal. I have my eye on the 13k 
Midwest With Zest 