If I Stop Climbing, If I Stop Pedalling, It Ends There.
I won’t lie.
I contemplated skipping my spin class tonight.
I’m just not feeling “100” these days.
But then I went.
I feel better, even if just a TAD.
There’s just something about that adrenaline rush, that feeling you get when the beat picks up & you’re deep into your sprint.
In that moment, you let go of all your worries.
Nothing else in the world matters, except how fast you’re going & ALL you can focus on is pushing harder & keeping those pedals going, no matter how much it hurts.
Just keep going.
I realized, as I pushed through some parts of my workout, that that’s the way I need to approach weeks like these.
Weeks where I feel like I’m about to crumble.
No matter how much I’m hurting.
How much my little heart is breaking.
how much I want to burst into tears.
I need to remind myself to keep on keeping on.
To keep fighting.
To keep being a freaking warrior.
To keep making this battle my B.
Because if I stop climbing, if I stop pedalling, it ends there.
I give in to hardship.
I let all of that win.
As weak as I feel in that moment, that’s not who I am.
I’m a fighter.
I’m strong & I will push through, until the very end.
Until the top of that mountain.
Yes, no matter how much it hurts.
All this to say, I went to my spin class tonight.
Now that I’m done, I feel like crumbling-ish.
But I’m holding onto that beat.
The ones I pushed through & reminding myself that if I stop, if I let myself crumble, the fight ends here.
Suddenly, I’m pedalling again.