The gym opened at 6 PM today due to the holiday.
It started raining at 5:45. I thought, I'll go. A little rain won't hurt me, right? Plus you had all that wine and cheese last night. Plus you've been eating like a hoss anyway. Plus you just need to go, it'll make you a good person.
I go. I make it about 100 yards before my sandal falls off (I had my shoes in my bag).
Keep going. You need to work out. You need to do this.
I stood there. I turned around and came back. Tomorrow would have been my "off" day anyway, so I'll just go then.
Is it still a victory if you hate yourself a little?