Highly Suspect

I think...no, I'm pretty sure I know, that I'm being sabotaged.  This morning, for the second day in a row, my alarm did not go off. 

Monday, it simply didn't go off at all. I discovered that it had been set for p.m. instead of a.m.  Okay. That happens. I guess.

So that evening I took special care to make sure it was set and ready to go. I tripled checked it.  I went to bed prepared to get up at the crack of dawn and meet my tormentor, the treadmill.  I was ready.

Except, that didn't happen.

This morning I rolled over and looked at the clock and...thirty minutes late. AGAIN.  It turns out my dear husband changed the alarm clock and set it back 40 minutes later. As a favor. So we could sleep in.

Except, I'm not sleeping in - I'm trying to get this workout thing going again. 

So okay, I worked out last night so he thought I wasn't working out this the morning. Guess he didn't get the memo that it's suppose to be an everyday thing. 

I've been debating all night whether I should take this as my one day off or just try to run after dinner. I would rather save my day off for Saturday so I can sleep in a little and be thoroughly lazy. 

I wanted to wait a few hours after we ate before I ran...which would be just about now. But just as I'm thinking I'm going to go put on my running clothes he walks in with my two favorite candy bars and tells me that I can have first choice...Pure. Evil.

I am going to run though. Really, I'm going to run and then I'll report back like the good girl I am. 

But I'm not making any promises about the candy bar...