Scenario one: You don’t have time to work out.

Scenario two: You miraculously find the time. But you have no energy whatsoever. Because let’s face it, you’re being pulled in a thousand directions between your kids, sick husband, extended family visiting, the shopping, the cooking, the baking, the sewing blankets until 1 in the morning only to get up at 5:30 in the morning to stand in line at Toys R Us for a Zhu Zhu Pet. (Oh wait. That last part was me?)

So what’s a supermom or superdad to do?

Make the time. Go anyway. Because there are defining moments in your life just waiting to be had.

For me, some of the best workouts are the ones I didn’t even want to do in the first place. The ones I wasn’t in the mood for. The ones that I may or may not have worn two different sneakers to by accident. (Yes, I’ve done it. I almost left the gym when I realized the embarrassment of having two different shoes on, but I stayed anyway and had an incredible workout. I knew my feet felt funny in the car for some reason!)

Last week, I needed to swim. I am doing a triathlon in the spring and even though my “training” hasn’t officially begun yet, I still have to get in my workouts. But I had a raging headache. I was tired. I was so NOT in the mood.

I got into the locker room, I put on my bathing suit, wrapped my towel around me, grabbed my cap and goggles and schlepped out to the pool.

I sat on the poolside with my feet in the water for about 20 minutes. Just staring off into space. I wanted to decompress for a minute. I wanted to will my headache away.

I was alone. I watched the jets push water up and swirl around the surface of the pool and I watched the reflection of the trees outside the window dance on top of the water.

I breathed deeply. I kicked my feet around a little, letting my feet get used to the temperature.

One of the trainers walked in through the pool area twice. I must have looked silly staring off into space but I didn’t care. I was in my own head.

For a few minutes I began to think about the length of the pool and how many lengths of it would take me the distance in the ocean that I would eventually be traveling.

I pictured myself and then I pictured lining up each lap into one long straight line. Dozens of pools one after another.

I pictured myself a few months ago struggling just to swim a few laps. Now I can swim at least 30 and feel like I can keep going.

I emptied my mind, put on my cap and goggles and got into the water and began to swim. My head felt better. I was calm.

A few laps in, that fire started to grow. My strokes got longer and faster, and my breathing changed. Up until then, I was normally breathing out under water gradually. Instead, I spent a few laps completely clearing my lungs under water and making room for even more air when I came up for a breath and my swimming got faster.

I was starting to build momentum and it was becoming a pain to have to stop at the lap and turn around. I began to get excited at the thought of building momentum on the swim, because that meant I would be able to swim in the open water faster than I would with all these stops. I could feel my body pushing through the water with momentum, with actual force behind me while my arms pulled me through the water. For the first time ever, I felt the energy of my body’s physics.

And to think, I almost poo-pooed this workout. I almost scrapped it on account of my day, my head and my body.

I did it anyway and it ended up being a “breakthrough” workout. One where I completely changed how I did things and made myself better.

The journey through healthy living and weight-loss is full of breakthroughs and defining moments. And for me, this was  just one of them. No, not every workout will carry a defining moment. But if you don’t go, you’ll never know what you missed.

The workouts I scrap? I now wonder what could have been.