Today, I really didn’t want to go to my exercise class. I’d had two long, exhausting days, and all I could think about were excuses not to go — and I thought up plenty.
Work ran late, so I logged in five minutes late. But I figured, okay, I’ll at least show up.
The first set of exercises was brutal — three different moves, two sets each. I told myself, I’ll just do one set, then I’ll find a reason to leave. Oh look, dishes to put away. Fine, one more set, then I’m out. Why is my kitchen suddenly so dirty?
Then came the cardio portion. Okay, I’ll get through this, and then I’ll stop. Cardio ended, and the next set began. Alright, just one more set.
This little internal negotiation went on all the way to the stretching portion — which, honestly, felt amazing. And just like that, the class was over.
Every minute of it felt like a chore, but it was so worth it. I felt really good afterwards — and now, I’m even looking forward to my next class. Time to head out... for Tai Chi.
Was this a workout in the kitchen? 😂
ReplyDeleteIt is usually hard to go for a workout but always rewarding.