One of the commitments that I’ve made for myself is that I don’t just “show up” at the mat every morning. No, if I’m going to do yoga or exercise in the morning, I’m going to be present. I’m going to be there, commit to it, and not just go through the motions.

This morning was the first day I was supposed to do a “full on” bodyweight workout. (I was supposed to do one on Tuesday but my coach hadn’t gotten the workout switched around in the app, so it was still a survival mode workout.)

Of course, this morning I woke up with a headache.

I don’t want to say that I just went through the motions. I had a little more commitment than that. But there’s a world of difference between committing to something and just doing it. I was much more in the latter category today.

I need to give myself credit that I did show up this morning. I am aware that in the past, on a morning like this morning, I might have said, “fuck it” and not done a workout at all. I don’t feel great.

Part of why I went ahead and did the workout this morning was because I wanted to see how I felt afterward. Would doing this level of activity help or hurt? Jury is still out, though at this point I’d say it was neutral – didn’t hurt and I still have the same level of headache.

Couple of things that I learned during the workout.

The bodyweight parts were fine. They didn’t bother my head. It felt good, actually, moving that way.

One of the exercises was more of a cardio thing than bodyweight, though it did both. Deliberately trying to raise my heart rate was a BAD thing.

We’ll see how the writing goes this morning. I haven’t had the greatest week in terms of word count. I don’t want to say that I’ve been struggling, but I kind of have been. It’s weeks like this that make me doubt my plans for word count for next year. We’ll see.

This morning I’m continuing the next story. And I recognize that part of why I’m not gleefully moving forward is because this is the middle story of the five. This is where everything goes wrong. It’s an emotionally charged story to write, unlike the others which have been more fun.

So in addition to everything else, I get to practice feeling good for having written, instead of giggling all the way along. This is the type of story/chapter that when I go back and re-read will make me cry.

Knowing that going in makes it easier to write, because now I know why it’s been more difficult to write.

And speaking of such, time to get back to the fiction. I hope your week is going well!