I'm new on the forum, though I'm on my second week of the programme. Much to the confusion of my beloved soon-to-be-husband, I get out of bed and take myself for my active day.
No. I don't really want to get out of bed. Yes, the bed is unbelievably cosy. Yes, I would much much much rather stay in bed and cuddle with him. But I still put my sports bra, running kit and running shoes and head out into the cold frosty day, I do my programme and I come home again (giving the beloved a cold shock when he hugs me in greeting).
Have found that I'm a bit self-conscious, in that I dislike running along the busy road near my house where I feel I'm being stared at by passing drivers getting a good giggle at the fat woman running, and much prefer the local park where there are fewer people and rugby pitch to run around (it's also a bit hillier than the road which helps get my heart rate up)
If I flag, if the gremlin that says "give up" starts whispering that I should stay in bed or miss a day, I keep reminding myself why I'm doing it: I want to look absolutely stunning in my wedding dress this September