I forgot how good it feels to have a good hard sweaty workout. That's because my feeble comeback to the workout world has been ... well ... just that ... feeble ...in my opinion anyway. Long leisurely walks, mini-circuits with baby-weights. Not the heart-hopping, muscle-making workouts I used to do. Well, I broke the feeble cycle. I got back to my fierce ways in the gym. It was difficult to get back into it though. You see, I'm going through some very challenging personal stuff. And all I wanted to do was hide in my unhappiness, lay low, shun my sistas, brush off my brothas, see no one, and do nothing. Speaking to a long time friend opened my eyes again. He reminded me that staying underground too long is never good ... and it's really not ME. He added that a good workout will wake up those happy-feeling endorphins.
And along with that, I'm going to need the (physical AND emotional) strength to get through this bump in the road of life.
Something else I need to remember: take care of ME first.
