I genuinely didn’t think I was going to get my exercises in yesterday. I was feeling lazy, and just didn’t want to do anything at all. It was the kind of day where making meatballs felt like a chore, and where building up the motivation to boil pasta and heat up a jar of spaghetti sauce felt like an accomplishment. I wasn’t sick or anything of the sort. Just… lazy.
My lazy day progressed, and I got my son to bed. Then I sat there in my quiet condo, pretty much by myself (my amazing wife was out late) and contemplating playing a video game. Then, without any conscious intent, I grabbed my dumbbells and started exercising. Half an hour later, I was finished.
I’m still not sure what got me to work out. Like I said, I had no intention of doing so. Heck, I kept wondering to myself why I was exercising while I was exercising. But I did it anyway, and now that it’s over I’m glad that I did.
Strange feeling, though.