It’s Wednesday night, the dreaded middle of the week. But since the day is almost over, we technically made it over the hump. I am typing this entry from the rooftop lounge of my building. It’s a bit chilly out, but it’s not too bad. I have the skyline behind me, and it makes it easy to feel inspired. I am 12 floors up, still close enough to the street to hear the buzzing of the traffic from people exiting the city to head home for the evening and the occasional screaming homeless person. The volume level is high enough to make you feel like you are still in the midst of the action, but not high enough to become a distraction. This is perfect. 

So here I am, just free writing, no plan, no theme, no point to make. Just exercising the writing muscle, the old noggin! Someone earlier on IG posted a quote about being persistent in the things we do even though we may not want to do it. And that really resonated with me at the moment I read it this morning. I usually don’t pay much attention to IG quotes, but at the time I was struggling to get my ass to the gym for a run before work. I legit had no excuse, the gym is in my building and I didn’t have any early meetings at the office. So, I just said to myself, “stop being a bitch, at least put on your shorts and your running shoes.” And I went ahead and did that. Then I went to the gym. Then I got on the treadmill. And that was it. 

For some background, and I’ve told some people this before – I hate working out. Like I dread every single workout. You would think that after a while, I would get used to it and eventually look forward to it. But nope, I have that internal battle each time. Trying to justify staying in bed or maybe just watching one more episode of whatever show I’m bingeing at the moment (Peaky Blinders FYI). But I am eventually able to overcome the excuses and make it to the gym. And the feeling afterwards is so rewarding. The pros outweigh the cons. I’ve gotten to the point where I’ve become more and more consistent with it and I am seeing the results. So that keeps me at it, even if I miss a day or two. Am I trying to get ripped? Nope, just want to be ready for the zombie apocalypse! JK. Truth is, when I’m working out consistently and eating semi decently, I have more energy and my overall mood is much better. And I have to keep all of that up and be firing on all cylinders if I want to accomplish all of the things on my list for next year (that’ll be another blog post!). I’ve been coasting through the last couple of years (sure, I’m happy), but it’s time to kick it up a notch, or ten. 

Back to where I kind of started this post before I started to ramble, consistency is everything. Even when you don’t feel like it, even when you’d rather be doing a thousand other unrpductive things, even when you don’t see the results right away. Just keep pounding the pavement, something will give. Hasta la proxima, thanks for reading fam. Have a wonderful rest of the week.