Some days go better than
others. We go to bed full of
excellent plans for the morning and we wake up feeling like Wile E. Coyote
under the piano, cliff chunk, safe, and obligatory pink umbrella. We may not have cartoon-like ability to
reinflate our bodies after that kind of flattening, but we can pick ourselves
up and make the best of it.
Occasionally, very
occasionally, that means going back to bed until we feel better. The rest of the time, we just have to
start small.
A wise woman I spoke with once
told me about her favorite advice from a trainer, ever. He told her, on those less-cheerful
days, just to go look at the weights in the gym. Go look at them.
Then go home.
There’s a trick in there. Once we make it to the gym and look at
the weights, we are up, dressed, moving.
Lifting them doesn’t seem so bad anymore. We find ourselves starting the workout and feeling maybe a
little better. Maybe not, but at
least we are doing something.
Go look at the weights.
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