After one week of only small changes to my activity level, it's not like I'm all super-athletic or anything, but I've been coming down with some sort of ailment the past few days, and today, it's laid me pretty low. No exercise for me, and my ever-present pedometer may not make it into the triple digits before I decide I just need to head back to the bed and give the world another try tomorrow.
And what's so good about that? Well, nothing, really. But there is a definite sense of something missing today, that there's something sort of intrinsic that I'm not able to accomplish. I find myself wishing I could get on the exer-glider for even just a few minutes, or maybe walk down the driveway, something.
I think that's a good thing.
