It isn’t a typical 20 min jog on the treadmill. It’s Earphones in, conversation out. Mouthing the words to the music as I run my mile warm up. Heart pumping, blood warming, giving it my all. I lift to the beat with sweat pouring, dripping from my face. I lift heavier until my muscle shake until I drop the iron before it hits my fkn face. I feel done, but I’m not finished. Sip that water, deep breath, music up, getting amped, and I’m right back in it. This is when it counts, cardio time, go hard or go home- 60 minutes later. Body shaking, drenched in accomplishment, fkn fat assassin. Killed it.
139 days left. I’ve got this
This is an awful trend I keep seeing, and it makes me sad. Be proud of your accomplishment for exactly what it is. You are a motivation, you are progress, you are reassurance that hard work pays off, you are the inspiration. It doesn’t need to be more dramatic appearing because the true transformation is the result of the journey, the way you feel, and the strength you gained.