I was tired and all I wanted to do was shower and get in bed but this nagging voice kept creeping in my head and I couldn’t silence it.
“You need to workout.”
“Can I just skip tonight?” “It’s already late.”
I tried to bargain to no avail. So I changed into my gear and went to the gym.
I ran harder, stronger and longer than I have in a long time. My chest didn’t feel like it was going to cave in like it normally does.
A mile later, I jumped off the treadmill and stumbled into the aerobics room. I selected an African Dance lesson with skepticism. It was actually a great video though. I felt my legs burning and my internal heat rise. I was moving with the drums calling out to me so I knew I had to answer.
I finished the dance routine and picked up the dumbells to do weighted squats, squeezing my glutes on the way up. I did a few reps of arm work and felt compelled to “whip and nae nae” when the song came on.
I’m glad I gave into that nagging voice because my body deserved it. I keep telling myself that fitness and healthy behaviors are synonymous with loving thyself. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to psyche myself up but I hope that at some point, I won’t have to.