Funk

I have hit the exercise funk. I took a few weeks off because life got busy, now I am finding it hard to get back in the groove. Last night I went for a swim, I love swimming. But last night, my heart wasn't there. I ran the other night for the first time in a few weeks, my side cramped and I was beat. Again, my heart wasn't there.

This weekend, besides watching and going to football, I am going to come up with a schedule. A better schedule, a schedule that works. I have to get out of the funk. Exercise isn't a chore...or so I keep telling myself