Thirteen

I am thankful that I have friends that speak truth - even when it hits like a ton of bricks.

Tonight, I had planned on doing a 7:30 Kickboxing class with a friend.  This is the kind of kickboxing that requires a partner and is NO FUN if you have to partner with someone that you don't know.  Work ran late for her, which meant I had to decide...
1. Go alone and partner up with a sweaty stranger
2. Go to 24 Hour Fitness and do the usual Cardio Day routine

Truth is, I had little to no motivation to do either.  By the time 7:30 hits, I am generally ready to put on some cozy clothes, cuddle up with a book or with my DVR.  The last thing I want to do at 7:30 is work out.

Alas, I am committed to making a U-Turn, and that means working out - especially when I don't feel like it.

I sent a quick text to a good friend of mine and she responded with this...

"You deserve to work out.  It's a privilege, not everyone has two legs and two arms."

Way to pull out the big guns!

BUT

She is right. 
Working out IS a privilege.
And it goes further than just not having arms and legs.

Not everyone can afford to have a membership to a gym, let alone two different gyms, a Barre studio, and a Pilates studio.  (As I write that out, I realize just how much of a fitness whore I have become... I blame it on Groupon, Living Social, and Daily Reader Deals.)
Not everyone has the luxury of having as much free time as I have - sometimes being 27, single, and childless has it's perks.

Working out is a privilege - I needed to be reminded of that.