Starting

Yesterday I started exercising again. Today, various muscle groups are upset with me. But that is okay, the soreness won't last. It mostly had to do with something my Godmother said to me. My Godfather has been in and out of the hospital over the past several weeks, and the main reason he is still around is because he is an exercise fiend. [They will be moving to West Virginia, I discovered today. Immensely pleased I am for that is so much closer than where they are now.]

Now, I have no intention of making exercise the focal point of my life, but some is better than none. And given the myriad of health problems my family suffers from, it probably wouldn't be a bad idea. Yay, heredity.

So tomorrow we will start again. I usually have the schedule of Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday, but I am taking a small trip on Tuesday. If I skip exercising entirely, chances are I won't start up again.

Wish me luck.