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I've been getting soft.  Not "soft" as in "nice."  Heavens, no.  Soft, as in "around the edges," as in, "I really need to workout more consistently."  Maybe then I'd also be able to claim "soft" as in "nice."  My workouts are getting noticeably sparse.  I've been getting noticeably cranky.  There is a definite correlation.  

My workout partner is out sick.  I will blame her, it's what I do.  But the reality is, I'm not exercising on my own even when she isn't sick.  I've never been this lackadaisical.  I'm also blaming COVID.  There is nothing to train for.  Nothing to get excited about.  Usually, I train now to be in less pain later, but there isn't even that motivation.  COVID isn't really the problem, but it's a good scapegoat.  (I think I'm getting lazy. Shhh. )    

However, the "soft" thing is getting me fired up.  My motivation is starting to kick in.  I got this great idea to send out a Facebook SOS to the community page where we live.  It was an invitation to other runners to meet for a group run...at 5:30AM. I was pumped.  Finally, the twins are sleepingish through the night, and I can be motivated to get up early once again.  

Apparently, my enthusiasm was my own.  Nobody jumped on the invitation.  I expected all kinds of like minded people to start pinging away Facebook messages.  I guess running at 5:30 in the morning, in the winter, with a stranger wasn't real high on the to-do lists of many people in this retirement community.  I'm shocked.   

Back to my bowl of ice cream and the drawing board.       

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