Hello Work-Outs, My Old Friend

 

Working out has been one of the constants in my life. Sometimes, it took the form of a raft to hold onto for dear life. Other times, it became a jet ski with which I fly down life, victoriously.  

Like prayer, it’s centering I can return to again and again and know with certainty that I can come out the other side fine. 

I love having some kind of consistent stability in life.

Through some of my hardest moments, I’ve instinctively turned to exercising. In college, there was this dude called John I got a rejection from. And I coped with it by waking up super early at 5.30 am to go workout. It was a hard, hard road the first month. But after that, I felt amazing, I looked amazing and I was the better for adopting that coping mechanism. 

Through thick and thin, exercising had been my old friend. Watching me perform better and better; seeing me struggle to get my reps in. 

Thank you, Workouts, for being my friend.