I have a service man coming this morning to fix my garage door and had to wake up early. Industrious me decided that this would be the perfect time to slip in 30 minutes of interval training before he got there. NOT!

I don’t know what it was, but I didn’t have it in me today. I knew it would be bad after the first set when even listening to Soundgarden’s Spoonman couldn’t get my legs running/dancing to the rhythm. 3 mph/6mph turned to 3 mph/5 mph. Pushing through 5 of 8 sets and that was it. Even walking the extra 10 minutes was a drag and I cut out early.

I think it was the bowl of peach greek yogurt with sliced banana and granola last night that did me in.  I knew I shouldn’t have eaten it even through I was well within my points and calories. My stomach is still full.

So, I am sharing my Interval Failure for posterity. I know everyone shows their successes, but sometimes you just have to own up to fails and learn to work past them.

Here’s to another day and a prayer for courage to tackle 30 minutes tomorrow. Chubby Girl signing out.