I’m just 10 minutes in.
My stomach is cramping. I think that time of the month is due to arrive.
I’m in pain.
But I hate to miss my workout as it makes me feel like a failure. Like one step closer to falling off the wagon.
I will persist. Even if it takes me longer.
I can do this.
I did it. Not only did I do it but I made great time. Then, for trying to make excuses I gave myself a penalty of an additional 10%.
It nearly killed me.
I’m sweating like a pig in a sauna. Only it’s just me after jogging on the treadmill.
The best part is knowing that I can listen to my own inner bossy boot angel and she’ll tell the lazy give up devil perching on my shoulder whispering excuses in my ear to get lost.