I went to the gym today, after more than a week away due to illness.

It doesn’t take much to keep me from the gym. If I experience even the smallest little bump in the road of life my exercise plans are the first things to be thrown out the window.

Had a bad dream? Better skip the gym.

Missing a key ingredient for dinner and have to take ten minutes out of my not-busy day to run to the grocery store? Better skip the gym just in case.

Cat seems extra gassy today? Better skip the gym.

Because of this proclivity, I often struggle to determine when it is appropriate to skip the workout and when I’m just taking advantage of having a sniffle. I don’t feel great today, but I made myself go walk on the treadmill for forty minutes and I gotta say I kind of feel worse now. I may have chosen poorly.