I dragged myself to the gym this morning for a change. Drag drag drag. Come on Erica, no more excuses! YOU CAN DO IT! The gym for me was never one of those things I did willingly. It was just part of my routine, like, getting gas for my car. I admit, the reason I go, is for that incredible feeling afterward. There’s no better feeling once you’re done, but getting me there is no small feat.
Today’s Blog post came to me on the bike this morning. I was doing a Spin N’ Sculpt class. The instructor shouted, “Ok now, increase your gear up to level 14, and get up off the bike. We’re climbing a steep hill now!” The whole class was dripping with sweat and pedaling their hardest. My head said, “Fuck it. I’m sitting my ass down. I can’t do it. It’s Monday morning, I’m tired, I’m stressed, I can’t.” I started pedaling slower than ever, feeling my strength diminish. But then something came over me. She pumped up the music, I somehow got my ass off the saddle, and I climbed that hill. I climbed that hill physically, and emotionally. I felt my inner strength pounding through, giving me the physical strength I needed. It felt incredible.
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