I’m going to wait a couple days before posting this, just so people don’t know exactly what I’m up to….

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This morning, I woke up at the appointed time (roughly 6:30), and instead of getting off my ass and getting to the gym, or even getting off my ass and getting to the bathroom to do bathroomy stuff, I just there.  And laid there.  And I continued to lie there for about 2-2.5 hours.

I didn’t sleep, and I didn’t want to get up.  Nor did I have any burning need to do any deep thoughts.  In fact, my main train of thinking was along the lines of “Oh what’s the use of getting up, I don’t have much to do today.  Might as well just stay here and compost.”  To be fair, I didn’t actually think “compost” but it is something that I wish I had thought of.

I imagine that we all hit days like this, where we feel like all we do is treading water, and we’re going nowhere.  Going nowhere fast.  And it is very easy to get caught in the trap of saying “if all this effort changes nothing, then why do anything at all?”

And as I write this post, I realized what activity I do regularly that changes very little in the short run, and that’s exercise.  I am proudly a rat on a treadmill at the gym, because I believe firmly that it makes me a better rat.  A little bit stronger.  A little bit smarter, and hopefully a little bit crisis resistant.

Of course, having realized this, I realized I compounded this issue by spending another couple hours this morning watching HIMYM and High Stakes Poker reruns…