Keeping to my routine, after dinner (and a little extra time for digestion), I donned my workout gear and headed to the basement for a solid sweat session.
One set of squats later, I’m doubled over, out of breath and my heart going insane in my chest. I took a short break, gathered my breath and regained normal heart function and went into the next exercise. I managed to struggle through a single a set of seven moves, taking breaks betweem each to regain my composure, but I had to l listen to my body. A long, cardio and muscle strengthening session was out of the question without causing myself undue pain. Enough was enough. So I stopped.
With my short cool down, I did a total of 15 minutes. That’s not a lot, but something is better than nothing. Tomorrow is another day and I will try again.
So while I may have “failed” my exercise goal today, I did what was best for my health, and I will be better for it. A minor setback will not define me.
I am strong.
I am wise.
I know my body.
I will overcome.
I will persevere.
And I will be better for it.