The last couple days have been hard. Really really tough. It would have been to easy and understandable for me to tell myself that I can take a day, a couple days, the week off when it comes to working out, I could have stayed in bed and gotten the much needed sleep that I didn’t get the night before instead of getting up at 5:30 am to work out. I could have made a million excuses for myself.
But I didn’t slack off. I got up when my alarm went off, I got dressed and headed downstairs to work out. I worked hard. I cried (haha, not about how hard the workout was, but about the stuff that’s going on right now). I finished it and I felt amazing. Despite having a million reasons why I could skip one, two, or five workouts, I did them anyways.
I think part of the reason why I’ve been sticking to it the last couple days is because of the boot camp. I want to keep up with everyone else doing it. I don’t want to fall behind. I know everyone else will be working out today, so I want to make sure that I get mine in too.
You know what? If I can make sure I’m consistent with my workouts now, in the middle of going through all the crap I’m dealing with, then I can do it through anything. Suddenly just being tired in the morning isn’t a good enough excuse. Not “feeling” like it won’t get me out of a run. If I can commit to working out now, then I can do it in the face of just about anything.
I’m proud of you for doing it and not giving up! I know how easy it is for excuses to take over. Good work!