I’m too tired. I didn’t feel good all weekend, and I’m still not one hundred percent. I had to wake up at 4:15 this morning to get all the work done that I didn’t get done last night, since I was so exhausted that I fell asleep by 8:00. I have so much work that it’s piling up and I can’t see the end of the tunnel. It’s okay if I don’t go, right?
Pulling myself together, I quickly changed at work before ordering a Go-Jek. Hopping on the back of the motorbike, headphones in, I rewatched this amazingly inspiring video I found today on Instagram to psych myself up. Groovin’ to the music, I immediately searched for the song on Spotify, adding it to my playlist. Before I knew it, I’d arrived.
Glancing at my watch, I realized I had less than ten minutes to go. I rushed in, jogging up the escalators instead of my normal coasting. By the fourth floor, my hammies were burning, my breath rapid. I handed over my card quickly, having just enough time to drop off my bag in the locker. Looking around, I saw her waiting. I made it. It was time to get to work.
Despite the litany of excuses playing in my head begging me to just go home, I honored my commitment and went to the gym. And you know what? It didn’t suck.