Showing Up, Not Showing Out



Today I showed up. Sometimes that is the greatest victory above any workout. Simply pushing through to get dressed, having someone wrangle your kids and walking into the gym is a mountain in itself.


Left door, right foot, left foot, keep moving. Just. Keep. Moving. It was one of those days where the gym was quit literally the only place I wanted to be and physically the last thing I wanted to do. I am still battling my asthma; I know my limits & bring an inhailer. I am 4 days into a detox which has been super rough because two of the things are sugar and grains...post Christmas that’s a heavy detox. I haven’t slept more than 4-6 hours in weeks thanks to babycakes. And to top it all off it’s that time of the month which means my ability to workout currently feels like total garbage. Some of y’all are like (barf, tmi) but can we please stop pretending like that crap doesn’t exist I mean honesty we’re adults here. Get over it. Shake it off.

Left door, right foot, left foot, keep moving. Just. Keep. Moving. I was definitely not first to finish today. I didn’t use the heaviest weight. I didn’t keep up during running. My wall-balls hit lower than others. Oh and did I mention I can’t do sit-ups? So while everyone else is killing it at the crunches I’m dying just trying to get through the modifications moves.

Left door, right foot, left foot, keep moving. Just. Keep. Moving. But I did what mattered most. I kept going within my abilities, I pushed myself to my limits and I finished my workout. Sometimes that is what it is about. Its not about a competition. Its not about maxing out. It’s not about scoring or being the most physically in shape. It’s about simply showing up. It’s about moving forward. It’s about not giving up. It’s about trying. It’s about you.

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