One of my coworkers and I have been motivating each other to be more proactive. Ever since I've started my new job, I've been lax on my workout schedule. It's really easy to fall behind in working out, mostly because after awhile we only remember the work and not the good feeling afterward.
I was getting tired with my running routine, and that's why I was excited to take up belly dancing. It will be a lot more low-impact, and I'm hoping to lessen the shin pains and blisters (I really need to take better care of my feet).
Alas, some good things you have to wait for. And while I spent much of my childhood praying for patience, I just didn't enjoy waiting around to get some. Patience, that is.
Speaking of patience, you know what I really don't have any tolerance for?