Another below zero day outside. So what, I made it to the gym anyway!
My trainer’s words rattling in my head, “Use the gym as your escape from stress.” That’s what got me here today.
Stress. Who doesn’t have it? It doesn’t matter what the source is. Stress is stress.
So, I go the gym today to work off stress. Ten minutes into a strength training workout, I am not thinking about stress.
Only thinking about breathing. Counting reps and breathing. Nothing else exists in those moments.
When I leave the gym, whatever was stressing me out doesn’t seem as insurmountable.
I am starting to feel a tingling in my muscles that lasts the whole day after working out. I like to imagine that my cells are waking up. They have been apathetic and lazy and ignored. Now they are working and processing, and alive! I am a little sad that I have allow the sleeping lazy phase to linger for years.
But I am processing, changing, waking up. Maybe I’ve finally come alive to the marvel that is “my body”.
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