I felt like I was flying, glanced at my garmin, and I was hovering around an 11 minute mile.
At first I felt myself starting to get discouraged, but I immediately stopped that negativity. Regardless of the pace or the distance, I was moving forward.
And the important thing was that I was MOVING.
With Hubby's work schedule, and Lil Man
crying lately when I work out early am, it would actually just be easier not to move. But my reality is ... I need to move.... for my mental health and my physical health.
That being said, for me movement is good... even if it does feel like a snail's pace. It's still my pace, and I'm still doing what I feel is best for me (and ultimately for my family).
Carving out time out of my day to move is key to my health.
How are you moving?
I'm very proud of myself that I'm pushing forward, and leaving behind the negativity.
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