Before I even left for work yesterday morning, I made plans to go to the gym after work. I was gung-ho, all for it, wahoo, let’s do this…until I was driving home yesterday evening. Until it was time to actually make the effort and put in the work.
It’s too hot! Once I get inside the air-conditioned house, I don’t want to go out again. And look, I think it’s going to rain! Who wants wet sneakers?
Yeah. I actually thought those things. “It’s hot, and it might rain” actually sounded like reasonable excuses to skip the gym.
Seriously? When did I become such a whiner? Ugh. I snapped out of it, whipped this hair into a braid, laced up, and headed out into the blazing heat to make my way to the gym.
It wasn’t the greatest workout in the world. I didn’t cherish every moment of it, and confetti didn’t rain down on me as the entire gym erupted into thunderous applause, tossing long-stemmed roses and monetary tokens of their admiration at my treadmill. (Wouldn’t that be nice?) But I went. I moved. I sweat.
Oh, and yes, it was raining when I left the gym. And I didn’t die 🙂
Sweat & Sparkle 