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.

What is the Besst project? 

And why is it called Besst?

© E. Stocking Evans 2014