I’m not what anyone would call the most fitness minded person in the world.
I usually go to the gym about twice a week with the goal of doing enough exercise to convince myself that the next time I go, I’ll really start working out. I find that this keeps me looking like I’m about a month from reaching whatever fitness goals I pretend to have, and I’m fine with that. As long as I don’t slip into the “I’m two months from reaching my goals” category, I feel like I’m winning the war. And it’s pretty easy to maintain that level of fitness, because I don’t have any actual goals to speak of.
Mostly, I just like working out on a semi-regular basis, because I feel good afterwards.
But I’ve taken around a month off. And today I thought, “I feel like working out again.”
So I went to the gym.
And it was closed for remodeling.