Oh, this day really stunk hard, so picking the Besst is either really difficult (because it might be an exercise in finding the least-stinky element) or really easy (because the only decent thing in the day sticks out like a sore thumb).
Here goes: I don’t think it’s much of a secret that I loathe exercise. As I’ve told my friends, every morning I wake up and remind myself that I planned to exercise and I start pleading and bargaining with myself like a condemned man on his way to the chair.
I usually give him a stay of execution, promising myself that I’ll walk at lunch, and then in the evening, but that is unreliable parole at best. Usually bedtime finds me setting my alarm for 4:45 with firm intentions that this time I’ll get up and do something.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
But yesterday I got home and ordered the condemned man off the chair and did a three mile walk I found on youtube. Got my 10,000 steps in and executed that mother.
Literally.
I’m very proud of myself, which is pathetic, but hey.
© E. Stocking Evans 2014