I'm having two conflicting thoughts right now. One is that it's that time of year again... the other is, this time, I'm doing it for me.... We all know I have a love/hate relationship with fitness. Once I'm at the gym, I'm good to go. Getting me there is another story.
I've recently been finding myself back in the gym. I know that this is partly because I can now drive myself there and it no longer turns into a 3 hours tour. The other part is that it's warm out so I no longer want to burrow to the core of the Earth to feel any semblance of warmth. I don't know. Maybe I'm just getting tired of being uncomfortable in my body again.
I'm putting this out here because fitness, for me, is hard. I'm up and down. I'm motivated and on the wagon and then three weeks later I'm holding the matches while the wagon is engulfed in flames. The thing is - it's all ok. Every bit of it.