the hurdle…

(15/30)

well… If you’ve been reading closely, you can probably count at least a half a dozen times that I’ve mentioned, “I didn’t want to work out”, “I REALLY didn’t want to work out”, “I really, really, really didn’t want to work out”…

Well, tonight, I almost didn’t. I mean, I really almost didn’t… I had a bad urge to puke, and I really tried to convince myself that it would be okay to miss just one day. It is after all, just one day! I turned to Daron, hoping he’d say, “aww, darling… you don’t feel well. And it is just one day.”

But that is not my Daron…

He proceeded (as usual) to tell me exactly what I didn’t want to-but desperately needed to- hear.

That I made a commitment, that I set a goal, and most importantly that I could do it. He explained the difference between saying I’d work out for 30 days straight, and saying I’d work out 30 times in 31 days… My promise to myself has to be paramount. I have to make good on my word.

Instead of spewing some crap about why lowering the bar is better, I get to write about how I jumped my half way through hurdle.

So, I worked out… and not-so-surprisingly, I didn’t puke.