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.