Cooking with Anna What A Privilege

by Anna Hamilton

My alarm blared music at 3:30 this morning. I slapped at my phone to try and find the right button to turn off the music coming out of the speakers. I threw back the covers and shuffled to the bathroom to start getting ready to go to the gym. Who is this person? My back said “No, let’s lie back down in bed.” My knees cheered my back on with encouragement. I told my body to hush. Having the ability to go to the gym this morning is a privilege, not a chore or a task.