My sister made me raise my right hand and promise not to exercise tonight. It was really hard because I wanted to do some crunches or at least one GI Jane push-up, but no. A promise is a promise and I don’t make promises that can’t be kept. The cold is affecting me a little less today but I can’t get ahead of myself and risk a relapse. That would be horrible. However, all this resting means that tomorrow I’m getting back in the saddle. Or rather, back on the treadmill. No retreat, no surrender and no excuses!
