And We're Back

I can't take it anymore. Meaning, I can't do it anymore. I can't train on my own, because that means I don't train at all. I think I worked out more during the month of October than I did in the entire winter since I left Jason. And I feel gross.

I know I can't really afford training, but I can't afford NOT training even more.

All it took was a message out of the blue, an offer I couldn't refuse, and he convinced me to come back. Before I could say 'vacation fund', there I was again swiping my poor little credit card for another five months of butt-kicking.

We have a LOT of work to do.

Leaving the gym, I felt a rush of familiarity and comfort that I've been missing more than I realized until this moment. It feels great to be back, and it will be worth every second.