For awhile now my days have been running me. I dress in workout clothes, take the kids to school, and head back home with the intention of getting a workout in. By the time I clean up the kitchen, my to-do list is waiting. It was not happening. Day after day, week after week. Skipping workouts more than doing them. Joe gets up at 4:30 am, every weekday, and is in the barn by 5am doing his thing. He kept saying, you have to put it first.

I had the narrative in my head that I was not going to ever get up before 5am. But here is the thing. Years ago, when we just had Ava and Jackson I would get up at 4:45am and drive to a workout class that started at 5:30am. I did this for years. And it worked. And I felt great. So why did I tell myself that I couldn’t do it? Maybe it had something to do with being older. Who knows. But thank God I finally stopped telling myself lies.

I keep all of my weights in a box behind our piano. I keep my shoes back there too. I get up in the morning, go downstairs, fix a cup of coffee, head back up, get dressed, go back down, grab my laptop, fix my preworkout, put my shoes on, and push play. That’s it. And its worked for 5 weeks. Of course I am not bragging because there is no need. I am not special. But dang I feel good and I am like why didn’t I do this sooner?!?!