It’s getting darker outside. Partly due to my 3:50 AM wake-up time, and partly due to the ever escalating advance of fall. This morning it was also raining.
I gathered myself and found myself in my car at 4:25 AM, driving in dampness. A block into my journey I was halted by the flashing red lights and the whooshing sound of a freight train. But I arrived.
The gym seems to be gathering a larger crowd these days. Early attenders with purposeful looks on their faces. They assemble themselves onto their machines, and start their morning journey. A stationary one.
I suppose that I am now joining their ranks. I stepped on my treadmill and programmed it for my jog. The gym seems less difficult now, as the inevitable personal training has become more of a focus. My muscle more sore today, sorer than yesterday. My resolve unchanged.
So many times I want things to come easy. Without effort or energy. I don’t want to deal with rainy days, freight trains and personal trainers.
I know that I learn by repetition. I know that I change by consistency. Tomorrow I will don exercise shirt and shorts and move one more millimeter closer to my goal.