Last night I was scrolling through my phone and found this. This was taken just after I came out of my first spin class last year. I thought I was going to die, but I took the photo to try and capture how good it felt to get through the class without falling off the bike, passing out etc etc. ♀️ I’ve fallen into a really shitty routine since I moved to London: work, eat crap, sleep & repeat. A routine that is starting to impact my day to day as I simply can’t be bothered to do anything. I know working out changes my outlook and whilst I’ve been paying for the gym in London for two months, I feel like I now finally have the motivation to get my fat arse in there and just move a bit.
I miss my gym buddy (who will kill me for posting this picture) and also the words of motivation from @amyelizabeth_health & @sarahloftus_ on the daily, but I’m off to work with my gym bag and I will not make up a stupid excuse to go home tonight without setting foot in the gym first.