I’m supposed to check out a gym after work. I told myself that I needed to start working out again. After my recent sickness, my second pneumonia within 7 months, I decided I need to up the exercise. In high school I worked out every year, played a sport every season but one, and didn’t miss a single day of school.
These days…not so much.
I can pack some clothes with the intention of stopping by the gym on the way home tonight, but I can already tell that I’ll probably talk myself out of it.