“Even if you’re 20 minutes late to class, I’ll know you have work, just get here.”
My new instructor puts it simply.
We all have those nights, weeks sometimes even MONTHS when we struggle to drag ourselves to the gym – right now my 40 minute tube ride home from the office poses a mental challenge.
I sit (if I get a seat) calculating my ETA back in East London and how long it will then take to power walk .. will I make BJJ class? The kickboxing session after that? Did I even pack a sports bra with my gear this morning? Maybe it’s all too hard and easier to head home, eat, and collapse into bed with episodes of The Walking Dead.
Back in Melbourne I had my drive home from work to debate turning right at the roundabout toward the gym, or continuing straight ahead to my dinner waiting in the fridge. I’m ashamed to admit the indicator frequently remained off.
It’s the best feeling being on the mat – punching a bag, sweating it out in a circuit – but what keeps you away sometimes? Is it just the end-of-the-day exhaustion feeling like me?
Or do you have more pressing obligations, like little humans to take care of before you can indulge in your love of BJJ?
gypsy girl in gi 
I train twice a week. I could train more, but I just don’t. I like to have *me* time. All too often I need to nudge myself in the direction of class and I’m a five minute walk from the place.
It doesn’t mean I don’t love the sport any less, it’s just that I like to have that control over routine. If that makes sense.
I’ve been able to make class really well over the past few months as I’ve been working closer to the gyn which means I just head straight there instead of home. When I used to take the train and bus home from work, often I would decide to take a nap or lie in bed for a little bit and before I knew it, a little bit became a stay at home kind of thing. I’m thinking of looking for work closer to home so I don’t come home late and decide dinner and bed is a better option 🙂
Oh and a few times I had forgotten a sports bra or a shirt to train in.. that was a little awkward!
Yes! I have little humans. 2 of them. And a hubby who works a lot, a house and no family to help… So it makes me feel better to know that we all struggle to make class through different periods of life, even to something you love… Commitment doesn’t always mean making 5 classes a week, burning out and neglecting the rest of life 🙂