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Exercise. I excel at…putting it off. I can make a bajillion excuses not to go to the gym.

Monday night, Hoylier had a dinner meeting. So that, I reasoned, was a great opportunity for me to go to the gym right after work.

Except this is only a two-day work week for me, so I had lots of work things to tidy up.

And since Hoylier didn’t get home before me, I had to feed our three hungry mutts.

And since he was eating dinner out, I had to fend for myself for supper. So I warmed up leftovers. Then I had to rinse my dish. Then I had to empty and re-load the dishwasher. Then I had some laundry to hang and fold.

You know you are really putting something off if laundry sounds like a more attractive alternative.

So I finally changed into my gym clothes and was able to pry myself away from a very special episode of the Real Housebitches of Orange County and drove myself to the gym.

And I walked. And used the weight machines. And walked some more. And I could feel the lactic acid or rust or dust or whatever it is that builds up on saggy muscles burning, but it was a pretty nice burn, actually.

I was sore the next morning, but nothing extraordinarily painful for not working out in lets-not-even-talk-about-how-many months.

And the next day, I walked five blocks to lunch and got a healthy sandwich from the hippie bread store. And walked a couple of extra blocks on the way back.

Today we spent more than 9 hours in the car to drive back to my hometown, Indianapolis, to attend a basketball tournament. After what felt like a lifetime in the car, a nice five-block walk to and from dinner felt pretty good.

And then we went swimming in the hotel pool. More like floating and splashing, but it was movement.

I am determined to warm back up to exercise. Even if it burns.