When my alarm went off this morning, beckoning me out of bed at an ungodly hour, I turned it off and rolled over.
I’m so tired, I thought.
I thought that my day would be better if I could sleep for another glorious hour and a half. I’d be well-rested and able to conquer my day.
I’m stressed, I thought. I told myself, I have a lot of big things going on, and sleep is important, so why deprive myself of that?
While the importance of sleep is undeniable – I was lying to myself. I was making excuses. I had gotten 7 hours of sleep, and there was no reason I couldn’t get up and attend Boot Camp like I had planned.
So I did.
It was hard. Uncomfortable. Dreadful, even.
Trust me, I really wanted to get back to my dream of being the co-star in Magic Mike.
Even as I was brushing my teeth I thought, I might have a stomach ache. No, it’s my knee. My knee definitely hurts.
But once I got to class and started moving, all of those thoughts were replaced with positive ones, I had a boost in self-esteem, and I got a surge of energy that an extra 90 minutes of sleep couldn’t have given me.
The only purpose of this post is to hold myself accountable. I don’t want people to think I can’t relate to Colleen. She loves working out. It’s easy for her.
On the contrary – I HATE working out. I work out solely for the aftermath – and it’s worth it!