This post is about why I should run in the mornings. Not that I do that, but the reason why.
Last night I had it all planned out: after work a nice speed workout, on the treadmill at the gym, where I haven't been in about a month. A nice light lunch and snack to fuel the run. I had stepped on the scale post Thanksgiving and am about 5 pounds over my low weight from two months ago. Back into a workout as opposed to the nice runs I had in Florida over Thanksgiving.
And then about 5 p.m. I get an email from a partner: hockey tickets with a client, in a suite, at Madison Square Garden? I wanted to say no, I have to run. But I love hockey (one of these days I am going to write a post as to why I admire hockey players and hockey in general). And in a suite. With clients. Of course, I said yes.
So went to the game instead of running. And because of my light eating to prep for my run, I was starved when I got there? You know what they served in the suite? Caviar, champagne? No. Beer, pigs in a blanket, and barbecue chicken nuggets.
And the Rangers lost. Of course was a good time and all, but on the way home I thought to myself -- if I had run in the morning....I wouldn't have missed the workout and felt bad about eating 16 pigs in a blanket.
Oh well, that is life and really, pretty hard to complain. Things could be much, much worse and its all good.