Today marked the first workout morning. To say I was excited would be a huge understatement. My alarm was set for 5:15 a.m. to give me ample time to eat half my bowl of lentils, brush my teeth, and get dressed. It didn't surprise me when I woke up a fair while before the alarm ever rang. I literally sprang out of bed and found myself totally ready to go by about 5:25. I fiddled around in the kitchen and bedroom, making sure all my work supplies were as ready as they could be to minimize my time back at home between workout and heading off to school.
Never in a million years did I think I would actually shed tears as I walked through the doors of the gym, but that's exactly what happened. Ten months had elapsed since I'd attended morning workout, and it definitely felt like a major milestone to be well enough to give a tough workout a try. To my delight, Vicky started us out with a day of weights and exercise balls -- the "easiest" (relatively speaking) of the 3 morning workouts she does.
Yes, there were times when I needed to take a break.
Yes, there were times when I wondered why on earth I had been excited to work out.
Yes, there were times when I wanted it to be 7 a.m. with the workout done.
But ... as our workout drew to a close, and we were on our last circuit before cool down, coincidentally, the song that came on was Kelly Clarkson's "What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger". At that precise moment, it felt like my theme song. Cancer DIDN'T kill me, it DID make me stronger and stronger and stronger in SO MANY ways!!
I'm alive to work out!!! I'm sure there will be many mornings that I will whine and snivel when the alarm rings at 5:15 a.m. Hopefully, it won't take me too long to remember the exhilaration I experienced this morning at work out.
Hurray for a good day! I have to remember to keep those good days focused in my mind instead of the bad days. Thanks for reminding me of the joy that's out there, even in the mundane.
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