Sqeaky Wheel Gets the Grease

Big day today. Big relief. After not stepping foot in the gym for oh, well, let's just say too many moons, that came to an end. Today.

Half of this battle will be preparation. This morning I awoke to my normal routine, but was calculating, almost obsessive about what was loaded into my red bag.

Almonds? Yes. Wait. Not too many.

After a fiery day of follow up, fire extinguishing, rating and building, I left energized and proud of my execution. Just as I had planned.

Now the fun part.

Driving down the parkway under the sunset, I smiled. Going to the gym or first day of school? Interchangeable at this moment. Who was going to be in the gym? What was I going to do first? Would I blend in or did I have "drop out" written all over my face?

I selected a stallion...or treadmill (hey, I have to make it exciting) and began my journey.

(squeek...squeek...squeek)

Seriously? No, seriously? Like the carts I so often pick at the market, I indeed chose the noisy treadmill. Yes!!! I surely won't stand out now!!

The 30-something guy next to me peaks over. I convince myself he is absolutely admiring my form and couldn't possibly be bothered by the noise. Perception Emily. Perception. It's all in your head.

10 minutes...20 minutes...45...done. Wow?!? That was it huh?

And then it dawned on me. The mountain will be a gradual climb. Some obstacles in my way, but at the same time, quite simple. There is a start and a stop. I have to find a wait to make it from one to the next.

Turn 1. Down. Keep the momentum going.

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