Well, only 12 days later and I finally got up this morning and ran again. I have advised my husband that I need his help in getting out of bed in the morning, otherwise I will just turn off my alarm and go back to sleep. This morning he kept poking me until I finally got out of bed. I warned him that it would not be pretty and I might even yell at him but that he should continue trying to wake me up, which is just what he did :) At one point I yelled at him to "quit hitting me - I'LL GET UP!!!" I did finally get up after about 45 minutes of off and on poking. Hopefully tomorrow will be easier. I did 2 miles this morning and felt good afterwards. That is always the case for me - I feel great after I get up and do it. I told Gary to keep waking me up until I'm doing it on my own. I can get up after I'm in a routine, but it's just a matter of starting that routine.
So, 2 miles today, hopefully 2 more miles tomorrow, as long as my husband is willing to be subjected to the torture of me yelling at him for poking me :)
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Poor guy, he was doing what you asked him to do. The sad thing is that he has to be awake all that time to keep you up!
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