After a lovely rap, drink and noshing session with the multi talented and ever-charming Brit Horvat and Darrell Proctor, I came home with a grim resolution to exercise. I skipped out yesterday since I needed to recover after the stomach flu (or some sort of ‘food borne virus’) knocked me out of commission for a few. With a trudge in my step I grumbled into my workout clothes and got in front of my suitably dorky YourSelf!Fitness game for the original Xbox. (Take that, Wii Fit!) Five minutes in, I no longer regretted the decision. What is it about exercise that makes me so loathe to actually do it, but so happy when I finally do?
The other day when I was trying to update parts of my Facebook page, I saw that I’d listed ‘work out’ under my favorite things to do. A chuckle escaped my lips as I thought of the dementia filled person that actually wrote that. But, strangely enough, I realised that I truly meant it when I wrote it.
So, exercise … If you’re reading this … Sure, I might treat you like my back door ho, but you really, really mean a lot to me. And I just… I just love being around you. So cheers to you Maya, the ever-present cyber-bitch that chastises me for missing workouts. I lift my glass of water to you for purposes of re-hydration and a job well done.
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