It’s far too easy to make an excuse.
I forgot a sports bra. I forgot socks. I forgot bobby pins.
My feet hurt. My legs hurt. My arms hurt.
My quads ache. My knees ache. My shoulders ache.
I have too much to do. I don’t have time. I don’t want to.
Yesterday was one of those days. I woke up at the crack of dawn, worked straight through the day, and nothing sounded better than crashing on the couch immediately after I left work. While driving home I was brainstorming every possible excuse why I couldn’t workout.
I forgot a sports bra. I was sore from TNT on Tuesday. Ryan was stuck at work late and Charlie was home alone. And once I got to the gym I busted my knee pretty badly [on the bathroom door- yup, I tried to open the door for someone and failed. miserably. failed] but no excuse was good enough.
After 60 minutes on the treadmill + the spin bike + abs I felt better than I had all day… It was like I had sweat out the excuses.
Now if only I could remember how good I felt last night every day I start rambling off excuses
Question: How do you get yourself to workout on an excuse-filled day?
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