I had a long run yesterday which probably didn’t help. And my apple snack was kind of rotten so I threw it out and was a little hungry. The back of my leg also hurt from a previous exercise.
I knew as soon as I stepped on that treadmill that it’d be a struggle. When the keys of the treadmill got stuck so that I couldn’t even slow my pace, I figured that was my sign.
I stepped off the treadmill, pulled out a book and sat on the bike for 15 minutes. But even that wasn’t working for me.
Today wasn’t really a success. I know that this struggle doesn’t define who I am and I know that it won’t hinder my weight loss goals and that it’s good that I did anything at all because “I’m lapping everybody on the couch,” but at the same time I want to prove myself as a leader and show the strength and conviction to follow through with my actions.
I know that it’s silly and that I should just appreciate my body for what it’s capable of, but at the same time I can’t help but wish that it were capable of working a little bit better.