miss emma.

i feel like all i blog about is my time at the gym and so sorry if it's boring to read but lately i've been getting a lot of inspiration while on the treadmill. if you're looking for some more creativity from emma johnson, look here, my blog on the journey towards becoming a domestic goddess.

anyway, so i was on the treadmill and i just started and my body was aching because i'm sore from yesterday and the day before at the gym, and i was feeling kind of sorry for myself and lamenting at how much running just sucks, and then i noticed the man on the treadmill in front of me. now i'm not an expert on disorders or injuries or anything, but he used a crutch to walk and was struggling even worse than i was while he walked on the treadmill. he was just finishing his workout, was drenched in sweat, slowly used his crutch to get down from the treadmill and hobbled out of the gym. i was so overwhelmed at how difficult it was for him to simply walk, and how unfair it is that i get to walk effortlessly and run and jump and gosh, i felt guilty and undeserving and selfish. here i am, moaning about the practically perfect and well-functioning body i have when there are so many people out there with diseases and physical limitations and disorders and injuries. i am so blessed to have this little body, even if it does almost pass out after 2 miles and even if it goes get deathly menstrual cramps at that time of the month. 

i am so lucky and so are you. 

take the time today to count your blessings, as trite as it sounds, and appreciate the little things, like being able to walk or being able to afford a venti instead of a grande because there are people out there who don't have what you have.