It was over eighty degrees and humid when I stepped into my garage gym early this morning.
I felt sluggish. I was moving slower than usual. It was taking me a bit longer to get into the training than it usually does.
I found myself stalling a bit rather than diving right into it.
Once I got through the warm up, the sweat was already pouring.
But something had changed. The sluggishness was gone. I started to feel like the wheels were moving forward and there was no turning back. I started to feel good.
It doesn’t always feel good when you’re getting started.
But it feel damned good when you finish.