Fit, Fudge, Fifty

I can’t play racquetball. But that doesn’t stop me from playing racquetball.

I can’t swim, but that doesn’t stop me from swimming.

I’m going to have to outsmart myself to reward myself for exercise effectively.

I don’t know if it’s feminist or anti-feminist to admit that my periods affected what I could accomplish physically.

I need to get better at standing up to the weather.

Once a timely seasonal goal, it also works great as a daily mantra.

I have to get something — anything — out of my workout besides sore muscles. Or I’m just not motivated.

Efficiency is a key exercise motivator, and I should leverage it any way I can. Yard work definitely hits on all cylinders.