I was going to the gym today. I knew it. I was going to spend the day at work typing and on calls and then head to the gym. But 6pm came and went and I was still a work. A panic started growing. Am I going to make it to the gym? Why am I even going to the gym? It’s boring. Leave my cubicle only to find myself working out like a gerbil in one of those clear plastic balls. No where to go just running with no enjoyment no purpose.
Last week I got spoiled with two-hour walks with my mom around the neighborhood. Good conversation and motivation to move. But here it’s all strangers at the gym. Where’s the fun in that? Gym rats scare me. It’s all terribly depressing.
Who wants to join me for walks in Central Park?
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