Where Is My Excitement Hiding? Instead, I Can’t Stop Crying

On the plus side, I’ve noticed that I have started looking forward to my nights out again.

Before the pandemic, I went out a lot. Working in the city it was perfectly normal to go to the pub at lunch or after work, when the weekends came, I preferred being at home as I’d been out all week.

Going out was such an everyday thing, it wasn’t really fun anymore and when a big birthday event came along, I didn’t look forward to It. Now, I tend to do my going out at the weekends like a normal person and I have started to look forward to those nights out again, I can think about what I’m going to wear and spend some time getting ready.

On Saturday, I woke up at 7 am, excited for a morning to chill out. I sat down and looked at my calendar. 9 am — Intervals. Oh, bugger. I’m doing cardio today. My brain starts to make excuses but I ignore them. It’s happening. I’m doing it. No excuses.

And I did.

Did I enjoy it? Absolutely not. I couldn’t find my sports bras, so just wore a crop top. After trying some of the jumpy moves I decided to do the low-impact options to save myself from black eyes.

After 25 minutes, mostly of me swearing at the screen, I was a sweaty mess. I had done it, but I didn’t miraculously fall in love with cardio as I had hoped. I still hate cardio, and cardio still hates me.