On any other morning, I probably would have stayed in my pajamas and discovered what had turned up on my DVR. It still sounds like a good idea. Instead, I dressed in my gym clothes and made the cold, icy drive to the nearby YMCA. I had dedicated myself to 28 days of fitness. Today was spin day. And my new Fitbit would be keeping track.
I went. I sweated. I suffered. I felt like I accomplished something.
Now, I need to figure out how to get my remaining steps in for the day. Taking a walk outside is off the table. I may end up doing laps in my house.
How do you get out the door to exercise, when you would really rather stay home?
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