

I'm hot. I'm really hot. And I'm tired. Boy, am I tired.
I lift my legs out of bed, letting them land on the carpet with a thud, and half-heartedly slide on my tights.
My boobs feel heavy and tender, so I gently lift them into my sports bra, clip it up and drag a loose T-shirt over my messy-bunned head.
Sliding on my already-tied joggers, I let out a deep breath, bracing myself for the exercise session ahead — knowing it might feel tough in the moment, but hoping it'll leave me feeling better than I do now.