How I Succeed in Getting to the Gym

First, that is the oddest looking word - succeed.  Just looks spelled way wrong.

Back to what I started this blog for.  Getting to the gym is an argument with myself.  It normally starts that morning.

Me - I’m so tired.
Other me - Me too.
Me - Just want to take a nap.
Other me - Probably should skip the gym since we’re so tired.
Me - Let’s see how we feel after lunch.
Other me - The sooner we get home, the sooner we get in bed.
Me - That’s not true.  We say we’re going to bed at 8 and don’t get there till 9 almost every night.
Other me - Not my fault.
Me - The hell it isn’t!  You’re the one that wants to play one more round of AlphBetty.
Other Me - It’s exercise for the brain!
More bickering back and forth throughout the day.
Me - We’re going to the gym.  It’s 30 minutes and I’m not into anything right now for binge watching.
Other Me - But we have GardenScapes and AlphaBetty and Words With Friends to play.
Me - That will still be there after the gym.
Crossing the street after work.
Other me - Why are you going to the passenger side?  Look how close the driver’s side is.  Just get in and go!  There’s lumpia at home, Woman!
Me - Nope, I’m putting on my sneakers and grabbing my gym clothes.
Other Me - Oh damn, no workout bra.  Bummer.  Time to go home.
Me - Nope.  Just have to deal with sweating in this bra.
Other Me - Fine!  Make sure PokeManGo is open so we can track some distance on hatching eggs.

This conversation continues even while I’m on the elliptical and the treadmill.  Luckily, most of the time Me wins and Other Me just gets stuck tagging along.