I have a confession to make...
I’ve been going on dates six days a week🤦🏻‍♀️

Sometimes I’m excited to go...
Sometimes I don’t want to go.
Sometimes I laugh...
Sometimes I cry.
Every time I give it my all. 
Every time I learn new things. 
Every time I grow. 

I’ve never regretted these dates. 

They’re all hot...and they always end with me breathing heavy, covered in sweat, feeling on top of the world...

...Because, you see, I’ve been going on dates six days a week...with my indoor trainer 😜

I’ve known for almost my entire lifetime that I crave a good sweat, but I now realize it’s about so much more than that.

💥IT’S ABOUT SHOWING UP FOR MYSELF💥

Six days a week, I wake at 5:30AM. I devote my first 10-15 minutes to my morning meditation while I’m still lying down. As soon as I finish, I get out of bed, put on whatever workout clothes I grab with my eyes half open, throw my hair in a pony, pop on my giant headphones, pick a playlist, lace up, and get on my bike. 

🤯 How is it possible that, although the wheels are spinning and in reality I’m actually going nowhere...the personal progress I make each time seems to equate to miles and miles of open road traveled and explored? 🤯

If you were to see me on these “dates”, you might think...
🚲 Is she color blind? (Picture green camo workout pants paired with a blue and yellow workout shirt😉)
🚲My God, her voice is terrible! (Picture me riding while screaming...I mean singing...anything from ”Enter Sandman” to “Hallelujah” and everything in between 🎶)
🚲Why are her elbows sweating?!? (Fact: elbow sweat is real...and it’s the first thing on me that sweats 🤷🏻‍♀️)

And lastly...
🚲Why, oh why, are her eyes closed so often? 

To which I’d reply....”They’re closed because I’m busy “seeing” things. They’re closed because I’ve “gone inside” as I call it. They’re closed because I’m working some shit out.”💥

Thankfully, nobody’s watching me...

These dates are MY TIME. 
✨My time to work my physical body✨ My time to work my mind✨My time to grow my spirit✨

Sometimes my knuckles hurt from gripping the handle bars so tight, from hanging on for dear life...and other times I stretch my arms out wide like I’m flying, and I smile so big my face begins to hurt as I ride. 

Every time, as the pedals spin round and round and the sweat drips down, I lose pounds of pain, confusion, heartache, darkness, and fear....
And with every in breath, I breathe in life, opportunity, hope, love, belief, and courage.

I finish each ride on empty💫 
I leave it all out there💫 
I fully show up for myself💫

I get off my bike, breathing heavy, covered in sweat. I am full of life. I feel lighter and so fucking free. I have everything I need to head out into this crazy world. I am capable of facing whatever the day may bring...all because I showed up. 

❤️Show up for YOUR self❤️
You will never regret it. 
You will always grow. 
...and you might even find yourself, arms stretched out like your flying, with a smile so big your face hurts.