My alarm went off at 4:30am, and I thought, "you've got to be kidding."
I made my way to the kitchen, started the coffee, turned to the bathroom to put on my gear and in my birthday suit, decided to step on the scale. Let me preface my comments by saying, I hate the scale. I think it's a silly, arbitrary and over glamorized measuring stick for progress. I much prefer how I feel in my favorite pair of jeans or my "fuck me boots"...which are still a work in progress.
But damn it, if it didn't shock me. Internally hooting and hollering, I went off to spin class with a new lease on the morning.
And then I arrived. And then I sweat my ass off. Literally. I wiped the bike down and my ass off of it when the instructor called time.
Waiting for my friend to do planks with me, I started to stretch and noticed the most amazing site ever. A woman whom I'm guessing was in her 70's...was working out with a personal trainer. Upon doing her final push up, she screamed, "FUCK!" Her trainer stood paralyzed and I looked right at her. She looked at the wall and said, "Sometimes, it just calls for it."
Hell yes, it does. Inspiration. Staring at me from the eyes of a woman who was strong as shit.
Bit by bit. I'm getting there. It's exciting shedding the old me. I'm curious what this new girl will be up to. I think she might be a little feisty. Watch out.