THIS GIRL

This girl wanted nothing more than to come home from work and sit her booty on the coach for hours.

This girl wanted to be super lazy.

This girl almost wanted to do the dishes and clean the house instead of going to the gym.

That's how exercise lazy I was feeling.

BUT...but...but!

I knew better. I knew I would feel a million times better if I got my booty in motion.

So I came home, watched some Youtube for about 20 mins, drank a glorious Starbucks Refreshers drink, changed and was actually feeling motivated and so less lazy!

these bad boys are my current favorite afternoon pick up. Yummy!

The gym was already busy by the time I got there, it was about 4pm by than, but lucky for me there were plenty of treadmills just waiting! I get done with my first mile and are just getting ready for start my sprints when the treadmill stops not once, but three times in the span of 6 minutes. Oh, I counted. I move treadmills even though doing so threw off my times and just left me feeling off. I am a creature of habit and routine! I'm back, fully in my groove, I'm just about done, when what do I start to smell? Burning rubber. Awesome this machine is about to exploded all over me. Sweetness all around!! At this point I just want to be done smell or no smell. I finished, but I'm pretty sure I got a little high off the fumes. I think it might have help the rest of my workout.

Locker room selfies- that's what happens when you get high off fumes!

Now I set at my desk, showered, full from dinner, with the slight tinglings of the future soreness I'll be feeling in the morning, happy and content. I knew this feeling was just waiting for me to put the work in. It's always so hard to get the motivation to get going but once I do I always feel like a million bucks. Why can't I remember this moment more often?