Ugh

...that moment when you have to audibly tell yourself to "SUCK IT UP!"

You've been there, in that state of mind, pathetic and whiny. You have only one blank box awaiting its check mark for the day, and now is the time to complete the task. Curse words travel through your mind.  You call up your buddies, hoping someone will give you an excuse not to physically exert yourself in ANY way; check the forecast-if it's cold and rainy, you're not going; rewrite your "List of things to do today" because it should be prettier; check your body for aches and pains that deserve rest.

Nope.

You slowly arise from the couch, head to the kitchen for hydration, a good excuse to stall. Maybe once you're dressed for the workout it will be easier. Nope. Tie your shoes. Swing your arms to loosen up. Pop your back and neck. Stretch a bit, which ultimately means letting your upper body fall over and hang limply until you decide enough blood has rushed to your head that it's time to straighten up. Don't forget the iPod. 
You're ready to go. damn it. 

Here it comes, 'cause you know you can't afford to skip another day, another workout. Even though you're convinced that you can  live with yourself if you don't go, you know you'll punish yourself later. The Oreos are calling your name.

"Suck it up." Open the door. Step outside. Shut the door. Lock it. Turn and go.



This has NEVER happened to me...