We walk in the gym and the trainers tell us to start running. Really? (No excuse, the pharmacist told me. I was all pumped and ready and like, yeah, I got this - in my mind.)
I'm not gonna lie...I wanted to turn around and walk out. Running remains my least favorite activity. Sometimes I think I've mastered my mind...no. My legs aren't tired, my lungs are fine, my mind says, "oh girl, you need to stop this nonsense.
When I finish working out, my mind is all see, I knew you could do this, don't you feel great?
Traitor. Shut up.
I feared coughing up a lung. I did take a trip to the powder room to take a hit of albuterol and catch my breath. And returned to the gym. I was fine. Big baby. The endorphins kicked in. The benefits outweighed the risks.
And yes, I was so glad I pushed through my workout.
Just do it.
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