After months of every excuse I could think of and then generally lalalalaing and running from my conscience I pulled out my finger.
Maybe it was hurting my back from what I am imagining loose core muscles of too many nights on the couch that put me over the edge. Or knowing that I am going to Florida in May and I shudder to expose anything below my neck. Or knowing that I am going back to Leadership in May where I will face more psycho/physical challenges and it will be shorts weather there. Or maybe because the sun came out today.
Or maybe I am just ready.
I tried not to think about it as I put on my sports bra and gear, trainers (which felt oddly tight) with Mark's nicked nano iPod and a big bottle of H2O and went.
Virgin Active near our house is really nice. And surprisingly populated for a mid-day/mid-week visit. Granted, I didn't set any records today... after all, I am still popping anti inflammatories like tick tacks. But I got sweaty. And I feel my muscles underneath all my flesh wanting to come out and be used.
It didn't feel as bad as I imagined. It felt, in fact, good. Mostly to my conscience, who has been taking a beating for a very long time on this issue. It is nice to come clean.