On Monday I had the greatest run. I went faster and longer than I had before and the burn felt good and I rode a pretty sweet endorphin high. Then I got off of the treadmill and shredded my shoulders until I couldn't move them anymore and I left the gym feeling amazing.
99% of the time, this is how my workouts go.
But sometimes you have a bad day. Sometimes you just aren't feeling it, mentally, physically, or both. Today was one of those days.
I went to the gym and for whatever reason, I couldn't get into anything I tried to do. I was grouchy and just wanted to sit down and pout. I'm sore, I had a long, rough day at work, a mountain of chores waiting at home, craving some ice cream, but denied it; I just couldn't find the joy, but I forced in an hour of cardio anyway so that at least I wouldn't have to regret doing nothing.
When I got home, I still felt crappy. If there was an endorphin high, my grouchiness was drowning it out.
I don't mean for this post to be such a downer, but I want you to know that my workouts are not always kittens and roses. I don't always love them. I don't always want to be there. I don't always eat clean.
But I also want everyone to know that it's normal. If you have a bad day, it's ok! Just go to bed and start over fresh tomorrow. Discipline and dedication aren't about being perfect all the time. They are about accepting your own weaknesses and forgiving yourself and learning that it's ok to have a bad day if you promise to pick yourself back up and not stay down.
Choose to try again every day.
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