I can’t help but wonder: why are we our own worst critic? Why do we constantly put pressure on ourselves to do better? Measure up to the standard of perfect?
At the gym this thought crossed my mind. I had little motivation to workout, wasn’t feeling my music, and quit strength training after only about fifteen minutes.
I had left the equipment area and walked over to the treadmill for a cool down walk, feeling like I had just failed a workout. But why?
The fact of the matter is that I went to the gym, I exercised for a solid fifteen minutes, worked my arms to a point of soreness, AND even after feeling like the gym session was a waste, I walked on the treadmill.
But, I still felt like I failed. It’s almost as if I would have been less disappointed in myself if I didn’t go to the gym at all.
What a crazy thought!
I may not have had a perfect workout but I took time to take care of my physical health. Period. That itself is a win.
