How being on a team changed my day.

Sunday was my only off day this week. This happens because I'm blessed to work two jobs, one part-time, but both doing things I love and enjoy. No complaint, rather I'm blessed for two sources of income. However, during high school and college football season I frequently work my second job on Friday night then again on Saturday afternoon, leaving Sunday as my only off day.
Put simply, I did not feel like going to the gym on Sunday. I had a good cardio day on Saturday before going to my job, and was just plain tired on Sunday and enjoying watching football. Go to the gym, no, it won't hurt to take an extra day off, I'm eating well today so I can just pick up and get going again on Monday. I was enjoying listening to my Son practice his music, even our most crazy cat, Smokey, was in my lap purring up a storm. All was well, except that I was not doing anything to help me with exercise and health. Still, in the back of my mind I kept thinking about this 5% Challenge Team that I had just joined and I needed to report my exercise and water.
Sunday was just the second day of reporting and did I honestly want to show a ZERO for exercise and let down the team? Perhaps it is ego, but no I simply could not just do nothing, zero, zilch, zip on the second day of the challenge. Back and forth I struggled all day, go to the gym, stay home, go, stay, go, stay, ok late afternoon and I tugged on my gym clothing and headed out to the gym.
With this kind of an attitude how good of a work out was I going to get, well my thoughts were take it easy and get a few minutes in just so I do not report ZERO minutes. After my five minute warm up on a bike, I went to my first upper body station, a machine with a rowing motion that the user loads up with free weight plates. This is my heaviest station and I noticed that a number of plates were already on the machine. Awesome, except I did not notice that the plates were in the wrong peg for my station. So I sit right down, pull the weights back for rep number 1, and over the machine tips, sending me into the floor. Ouch, I was startled, hurt, and frustrated with myself for not checking the station. Still, it is a small gym, and I had the place to myself so no one was there to laugh at me. Once I got up, figured out what had happened and got everything back where it belonged, I heard the evil Steve voice telling me this was a sign to stop and go home.
However, my team needed the time and had I quit there my report would have been only 5 minutes. My blood was pumping from the accident, and it did not take me long to figure out that I was not hurt and frankly some anger was building up inside of me. Anger that I had made such a silly mistake, anger that I was about to let my team down, and anger that I was putting other silly stuff ahead of me becoming healthy. I went ahead and did my entire upper body work out, even adding a set on a couple of stations. My report for the team contained 30 minutes of exercise, and I felt pretty good about making the best decision for me. Had I not been part of a team, I'm not 100% certain that I would have even gone to the gym.