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The hard part is getting to the gym.
Once I'm there, I do a reasonable selection of exercises, and even enjoy some of them. But I can come up with an amazing number of distractions rather than go.
It's not far. Four blocks from my office, in fact. But I'll dither, or play solitaire on the computer, and then conclude that I'm too tired, and go home instead.
But I got there today. Lunch with Velma, a pleasant wander around the Village, and then I got on the train and went uptown and to the gym. Assorted weight machines, and cardio stuff.
On the way out, I was talking to someone else who had just finished his workout, and who agreed with me that the hard part is getting ourselves there, not doing the workout once we're inside.
Once I'm there, I do a reasonable selection of exercises, and even enjoy some of them. But I can come up with an amazing number of distractions rather than go.
It's not far. Four blocks from my office, in fact. But I'll dither, or play solitaire on the computer, and then conclude that I'm too tired, and go home instead.
But I got there today. Lunch with Velma, a pleasant wander around the Village, and then I got on the train and went uptown and to the gym. Assorted weight machines, and cardio stuff.
On the way out, I was talking to someone else who had just finished his workout, and who agreed with me that the hard part is getting ourselves there, not doing the workout once we're inside.
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