This morning, I woke up, brushed my teeth, and was about to make my usual scrambled eggs for breakfast, but I stopped.
Instead of turning anything on on the stove, I put down the frying pan I had just picked up, and put on my workout clothes. Without even thinking, I was soon out the door, heading downstairs to the gym.
I hate cardio. But my body just went straight to the stair master machine, and the 20 minutes on there felt like it went by fast. Don’t get me wrong, I was sweating. And I wanted to give up a few times into it. But my body overpowered my thoughts and just kept at it. It was strange, but also wonderful.
It made me wonder how I got to this place- not just to the gym, but to a place where going to the gym was not something I had to write down on a schedule, and force myself to do, or procrastinate over. I realized today that it had become something I craved, something that just felt right to do, something that had become a habit, almost as much as the brushing of my teeth just before it.