I really didn’t want to go to the gym last night. It was pouring rain, a beautiful, warm rain that seems to be typical of Midwest summers. But still. I had no umbrella. Also, my car was almost out of gas, which represented another psychological hurdle. I’d forgotten my gym shorts in my pre-packed gym bag and all I had was black capri leggings, which seemed too hot and clingy and suffocating. And I just didn’t feel like working out.

But I did. It wasn’t the best ever, but it was something. It sucked to try, but I still tried. I cut it short by five minutes. And when I walked out of the gym and drove home on an empty tank, I was able to say “I did it.”