I’m tired. I’m busy. I’m stressed. It’s hard. It’s hold/cold/raining/Tuesday. I’m sore. My stomach hurts. I have too much to do.
I call bullshit.
I’m calling in the troops. It’s time to woman up, stop making excuses and OWN MY BADASS. I can do this. I can do ANYTHING.
Will it be hard? Hell yes. It wouldn’t be worth it any other way.
For the first time in my life, I’m on the edge. Well, I’ve been on this edge a thousand times before, but I’ve never seen it coming until now. I’m on the line. I can step over it, let go, stop trying. I can gain back every pound, lose every ounce of strength I’ve worked for, and go back to feeling tired and slow and heavy all the time.
…or…
I can step back. I can turn around. I can RUN for all I’m worth away from those ridiculous choices that I know I’ll regret. I can kick it back into high gear because I WANT THIS. I want strength and health and energy. I want the zest for life that comes with regular exercise, and goddamnit I want that stupid medal I’ll get if I finish the races I signed up for this year.
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I think I’m going to need your help
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