Two weeks and a day...and the quit voice begins.....

Urge to stay home, to take a day off, to go back to bed, to do anything but show up.  Belligerently, grudgingly, defiantly, with disregard, I managed to ignore those clambering voices, and go.  The fitness centre was mine alone to start, and I forced myself to not cut corners, to stay the course, and to increase the weights a notch to make the reps more challenging.  One for me this morning.

And NOW.  shall I go back to bed?