I feel every last minute of yesterday's workout. It is a satisfactory, not all that unpleasant
feeling. I slept much later than intended and am finding it difficult to drag myself to the gym. Working out is no competition for drinking coffee while watching Sunday morning political shows as sunlight comes through the windows.
Maybe motivation will strike once the pundits give way to the infomercials. Maybe not.
Update: I made it! Riding the bike is relaxing in a way -- I was concerned that it wouldn't be enough of a workout, but adding weights keeps the sweat coming in buckets. (Gross, but true.)
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