During the week, I am a machine. I get up, engage in 30-40 minutes of sweat therapy, then drag my happy ass to work. After work – a few days out of the week – I then go to the gym where I spend another 30 minutes sweating through nine rounds of kickboxing, punching and kicking and feeling like a badass.
There’s something about being covered in sweat from head to toe that makes me feel more accomplished than anything I do while at work. And don’t get me wrong – I’m very proud of my performance and what I accomplish at work. It just doesn’t give me the same satisfaction.
Then on Fridays there’s either grocery shopping or happy hour with coworkers, followed by a BBQ with friends and family. And thus, the weekend hits, and it’s as if sweat therapy is non-existent. Once upon a time, I used to go hiking ever Saturday morning. I’m sure I’ll get back into that eventually… when the road to my favorite location opens up again.
In the meantime, I feel like a weekend slug. I love having the time to myself to sleep as late as I want, focus on my personal training studies, spend some time with Boyfriend and the puppy. But when I get to Saturday afternoon and I haven’t even put on shoes, I can’t help but feel a little too lazy.
So guess what the latest personal goal is? Get my butt in gear and sweat a little on the weekends. It might be followed by a nap (I mean, come on, it’s still the weekend), but at least I can nap with the peace of mind that comes with knowing I earned it.