Last month, I participated in the Workout to Conquer Cancer supporting the BC Cancer Foundation. I committed to moving my body every day in May. And I did it.
Some days were better than others. On those days I would strap myself into the rowing machine and work hard for thirty minutes. I’d finish, sweaty and out of breath, and walk away on jelly legs feeling like a badass.
And then there were the days when all I could manage was fifteen minutes of light yoga, or a leisurely walk around the park with the dog. Those days didn’t feel like a win in the moment, but looking back on the month I can see: those days were important days. Those were the days that I kept going, even when I was tired. Those were the days I listened to my body and didn’t force a workout. Those were the days I met myself where I was, instead of trying to make myself something I wasn’t.
Last week when the opportunity to join a June writing challenge came up, I jumped at the chance to participate. I’m committing to blog every day in June. This is a big deal to me. I haven’t blogged regularly in a really long time and I miss it. I want to stretch my writing muscles and see if I can get back into the habit of maintaining this space I once loved. I’m putting it out here for accountability. I will see you tomorrow.