This noon was rough. I didn’t want to get near that cold pool. Could barely peel myself off the sofa. I dragged my sorry self out, climbed on the trike and got here anyway. Fifteen minutes in the freezing water. Big deal right?

But here is the thing: it was not about the pool at all. It was about the fight that happened before – the part where everything in me insisted to stay put. Beating that is worth more than the exercise!

Does skipping a day even matter? Not really. What matters is toughening the muscle that drags you off the sofa when you don’t feel like it. That is crucial to stay out of hell. It’s not today’s workout. It is the confidence you build every time you don’t listen to your desperation. The relief comes after. Motivation is overrated. The person I’m trying to become doesn’t need it.