I did not want to get up this morning.
Like, I hit snooze three time and missed my wake-up time by 20 minutes.
For a fleeting moment I was laying in my bed thinking about calling it a day.
What’s one work-out? Who really cares? I can just walk in the afternoon? I can find a time to get it done.
But that was the old me talking. The lazy girl who could find an excuse for everything. And I don’t want to be that girl ever again.
So I picked myself up (literally) and got myself to my cardio class just in time.
And you know what? I felt amazing. It was tough and it was intense but it was exactly what I needed.