The alarm goes at 5.30 am and it's dark and cold.
I get myself out of bed because I know I have to and because I know eventually I will be glad I did and because I tell myself I will always be a fat you-know-what if I don't.
I get up and run or walk or workout.
The first fifteen minutes of the walk/jog/cardio are not fun. Nope, not at all.
But I keep on going. I trick myself into thinking maybe I will take it a bit easier today.
Except I don't.
Because by the time I get to the second or third mile, the third or fourth kilometre, or the third sprint if I do walks then sprints, then the happy drug, the endorphins, will kick in. I'll be smiling or singing and forget the fact that the struggle ever existed.
Until the next morning.
It turns out that workouts are a little like many things in life...you make yourself do them because they're good for you and you have to, but after time you find you enjoy them, miss them if they don't happen.
And these cardio workouts are part of my 100 Day Challenge.