I work out


Well, sometimes.  This morning I did.  A friend inspired me. She said that she doesn’t approach exercise as something she has to do.  Instead, it’s something she gets to do. It is a privilege.  It really is.  If I were sick, in a country plagued by war, or if I had to work three jobs, I wouldn’t have the energy, time, place or wherewithal to work out.

So it is a privilege.  This morning I arose at 5 am, went down to the basement and I exercised my privilege.


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