When the magic happens..

This morning’s workout was cold. Halfway through it started to rain, then almost sleet. And honestly, every morning when I wake up in the dark, my mind immediately starts rattling off excuses not to go: You didn’t sleep well. Indigo woke you up three times. You were out too late. Don’t stress your body with more stress. It’s freezing, just work out later.
Fast-forward a few hours, and I’m always so pleased I didn’t listen to myself.

Somehow, without planning it, I’ve built a new morning ritual. First thing: a big glass of water with electrolytes. Total game changer. Way more effective than coffee. That hit of hydration and minerals clears the fog and makes me feel like I’m coming back to life !

Once the kids are dressed and we’ve had breakfast (I always eat something small before working out), I’ve already forgotten that I “didn’t want” to exercise. We hop on the bike and head to school. The fresh air wakes me up, but it’s still cold, and my mind is still inventing excuses to pedal straight home after drop-off.

But I make it to the park. Pia, my fitness instructor, is already there setting up her mat and her music. It starts to rain. The wind picks up. The music gets louder. I’m side-stepping on the cement to stay warm. Ten minutes in, I’m completely lost in the steps and kicks and endless squats, and suddenly I’m not cold anymore. I feel proud of myself for being there, for choosing to be there.

The enthusiasm is contagious. The other women are pushing through just like me, laughing and chatting through the burn. That connection in the movement, especially during the hard parts, there’s something powerful in it. It pushes you to go beyond.

From the outside, it probably looks simple or even silly: our dance moves, our exaggerated crunches. But the magic is happening right then. The body wakes up. You can feel every organ thanking you, your immune system, your skin, your mind, your breath.

So… who’s working out tomorrow?
See you at the park.

xx

Cale