No excuses

No excuses

The gym I go to is in the next city, a 15-minute drive on a Sunday, but that turns into an ugly 1 hour on a weekday. Traffic is brutal, parking is brutal, and going to the gym carves out three hours from my work schedule.

It's Sunday today, so I figured: no traffic, no parking trouble, no excuses! Off I went.

The gym is private, so you have the place (and trainer's attention) all to yourself. Practicing bespoke fitness, they customize the workout depending on what your body needs. Today it was Pilates and TRX, with lots of planking, crunches, pull-ups, and squats on a Bosu.

I have to keep telling myself this is good for me, because it feels more like torture :p