bird alarm

60 mins, stairmill, steady pace

It looks like the bird outside my bedroom window is going to be a primary motivator over the coming weeks. I almost didn't go to the gym again because I was so tired this morning but then the tweeting started, and I couldn't sleep anymore so I made it to the gym. I am going faster on the stairmill than I was two weeks ago, thanks to my lungs finally catching up with my mental motivation. My butt is sore from these bench squat things I did yesterday. And my face looked like a beet after my hour of cardio, which I am certain freaks out all passersby ("Somebody call this girl an ambulance!").