I fought through my thoughts this morning about getting out and exercising. As I turned over in the bed my husband asked "Are you ready to go walking?" What time is it?I know walking with him means walking five to seven miles. I was still sleepy from tossing and turning last night. "I haven't had any decent sleep." I said. I peeked at the clock on the wall in front of the bed and the time said 6:57A.M.
I closed my eyes but never really went back to sleep. Slowly I rose up to stretch out my hips because they were stiff. The thought of walking began to wear on my mind like a child who has been promised they were going to the park to play. Still laced with sleep, I crawled down onto the carpet and sat with my legs spread out in a V position to start my stretches.
