Go Me, right? After all, I work all day long and here I was, still dragging my tired ass to work out. I came right home, changed, and went right back out to work out. I felt all warm and proud of myself.
Then, as I was leaving, all aglow with sweat and self-satisfaction, I saw a young mom on her way in, herding not one, not two, not three, but FOUR kids under 10 years old. And since she was just arriving at the gym at 6:30, I'm thinking she's a working mom (because please, if I didn't have a job I'd totally be working out during the day when it's less crowded, and I don't even have kids who would be conveniently parked at school).
So, next time I tell myself I haven't got time or energy to go to the gym after work, I will remember this young mom and her pack of kids - how she got them rounded up and dropped them off in the playroom so she could exercise. I swear, I couldn't have done it even 20 years ago when I was a young working mom, and I salute her.
I will now shut up about going to the gym, and just do it. Because I have no good reasons to skip - only excuses.