My head and heart weren’t what you would call aligned. Nothing some endorphins couldn’t fix. And for the first time in well over a month, it felt great to be there. To be an active participant in the motions. It could have been anywhere, really. The treadmill, yoga mat, my favorite spin bike. But tonight I happened upon my zen at the barre.
No, I didn’t run a marathon or scale K2 but this was a small start in getting back to myself. Back to the roots of something I care so deeply about. Not to mention that one of my favorite people in the entire world just happened to be registered for the same class. #bonus
Some days, you corner yourself into any excuse to skip-out on the gym. To go home and swap your cashmere sweater in exchange for roomy sweat pants. But today, I desperately needed this “me” time. I owed it— amongst many other things— to myself.
Quaking legs and toned muscles,EPH