My alarm went off far too early for my liking this morning, as last night I optimistically set it to wake me up in time yoga. As in, before work yoga. As in, wake up, get ready, go to an hour long yoga class, come home, shower, all before work yoga. I got out of bed, stretched, and debated going. I crawled back into bed and debated some more (as you do). And then I decided, nah, not today.
I waited for the guilt to set in. I waited for the “you’re going to regret this!!!” I used to feel every time I skipped a workout, every time I chose sleep over sweat. But here’s the thing: it never came. Read More