Picture it, you’re alarm goes off at 4:45am. You instinctively hit snooze knowing that you’ve got at least 2 snoozes in you before you’re willing to get up.
Now it’s 5:00am.
Your covers are warm and you know damn well that the floors are cold. You pop one foot out and immediately into your fuzzy slippers (link here), then crawl your way to the bathroom where you laid out your workout clothes the night before.
As you pop in your workout DVD and chug a shot of espresso (not sure how that became my thing but it is), you gear up for a morning workout while silently cursing your SO for sleeping in for another hour (because he doesn’t have to be up early for work like you do).
Although the workout is literally that “a workout” you feel tired, cranky, and a list of other words not to be repeated.
You’re pushing yourself, almost cheering yourself on like a dedicated mother on the sidelines. “You’ve got this!” “30 more seconds!” “You’re almost done!”
And finally, you’re done. Sitting in a pool of sweat you’ve conquered your workout before you’ve had a chance to talk yourself out of it.
Even if said workout didn’t feel like an accomplishment it is.
Even if you took more breaks than usual, even if you cursed yourself the entire time, even if you pushed yourself like never before, you got it done.
There is no such thing as a bad workout because you still showed up.
The only workouts worth regretting are the ones you miss.
I have had plenty of workouts where I didn’t want to be there. I didn’t feel 100%, I didn’t feel like I gave it my all, I took every chance to cuss and fight my way through it, but as soon as I was done – I felt better than when I had started.
So next time you’re throwing a temper tantrum because you don’t want to workout; accomplish 5 minutes, then 10, then 15, then so on until you’re done.
There is no such thing as a bad workout as long as you show up and try.