At 7:15 this morning, I heard the familiar ding dong of a text. Turns out, my friend wasn't going to be able to join me for our Saturday morning torture of Zumba and intervals.
Waiting for the alarm to go off in thirty minutes, I had time to contemplate. Do I shut off the alarm and sleep in? Do I still go and just skip Zumba? Do I go to both and push myself?
When the alarm went off, I had made up my mind. What did I decide?
I put myself through both workouts. Why? Because when it comes down to it, no one is going to get my body into shape except for me. Sure, my friends can join in through support and work out with me, but I am the one who will have to put the rubber to the road. Well, in this case, the shoes onto the dance floor.