I came home tonight from a nice dinner with my family and was being wishy washy about working out. Since I was so tired yesterday, I had already told myself I was going to rest today. However, I wasn't really all that tired today and knew I should get at it.

My teen-age son said "Mom, don't start getting bad habits." I said "What do you mean?" He said "Being lazy and making excuses." HA! He called me out. He's a soccer player and works his butt off every, single day and very rarely complains about it. He's in excellent shape and never let's himself off the hook so that was the push I needed.

I didn't want to be inside because it was a beautiful night so I decided to walk the route by my house. When I first started exercising in early June, I chose it because it's literally outside my doorstep. It's uphill the entire way there and I always have to stop at least twice to catch my breath before reaching the turning around point.

Well tonight I get out there still complaining in my head about how I don't want to go. I pass my first normal stopping point and my calves and thighs are burning but I'm not out of breath so I keep going. Then I approach my second normal resting spot. Nope. Still not out of breath. Then I reach my turn around point. My nemesis. An intersection that I had not been able to surpass because it was always time to turn around.

Today I walked right across that road. You know why? I still had two minutes before I needed to turn around. I made it another entire block, calves burning, thighs twitching and a grin plastered to my face.

I finally did it. I finally crossed that road. I realized I was going to make it. I can do this. I have power and it feels damn good.