There are some days when I just don’t feel like working out.
When the warmth of my comforter feels much more inviting than wrestling a sports bra, slipping on workout clothes, consuming fuel and heading out into what still feels like the middle of the night.
But imagine what I miss when I don’t get up. Just imagine missing out on this sunrise, and the way the colors change right before my eyes.
Imagine missing out on some time alone, so I can be a better mom, wife, and friend.
Missing out on the chance to work this body that has given me so much. Working out is a privilege, an honor, and a way to tell it thank you. Thank you.
Just imagine missing out on the endorphins that keep seasonal depression at bay. My body needs this. Even if sometimes my mind has to be convinced.
Imagine missing out on the gift of meeting new people, growing and learning, even if it’s against my natural hermit tendency.
I can’t imagine missing this.
So I won’t.