Quote of the day: I have to exercise early in the morning before my brain figures out what I'm doing. I was going to skip the bike ride this morning. We moved the exercise bike from the dining room during the whole remodeling thing, and I haven't been using it much since, mostly because it involved finding a place to set up my laptop to run the bike. I decided last week enough was enough, so last Tuesday I started all over and set up the schedule for the exercise program again. I'm supposed to ride at least three times a week, with each of my planned weeks beginning on Tuesday. I didn't ride on Tuesday of last week, felt like crap on Wednesday, overslept on Thursday, forgot on Friday, but Saturday I felt a renewed sense of urgency to do something about my health, so off I rode. Sunday wasn't too hard, and by Monday, it was feeling like part of my daily routine. Tuesday was also easy to do. But this morning - this morning I felt like sleeping in. I mean, who really wants to be up at 5:30 sweating on an exercise bike? But the funny thing was, I couldn't do it. I couldn't go back to sleep, so I got up and rode. Guess it's a good thing. I still have this crappy creeping-crud that will not die, but I rode anyway, and on some level, I feel better.

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