Panting

I can't even walk up the stairs to my room without noticing my breath getting heavy, how I could've allowed myself to get his out of shape? I used to be the kind of girl that was always in sports, a day without at least an hour of physical exertion was a weird one. Now I have cut organized sports out of my life in consideration of all the other activities going on in my life, much to the dismay of my quickly disintegrating muscles. For a girl who completed a triathlon less than 3 months ago to not being able to walk up stairs without losing her breath, life is pretty rough. Of course, I'm blaming no one but myself, I easily could get up before school every morning and run these legs, but I simply lack the elf-discipline at the moment. There's this thing about organized sports that actually works and it's the organized part. Without being part of a team who relies on me, or so I like to think, I find it surprisingly challenging to actually pull off the exercise routine I have planned out in my head so many times.