I went to the gym last night.
It was an effing miracle.
Because I was NOT in the mood for it.
Luckily, the bestie went with me.
I did 54 minutes on the treadmill.
Had I been at home, we all know I would have done only 15. haha
I think we're gonna try and go every night.
But we shall see....
I feel pretty good today.
I'm glad I went.
Except all those mirrors.
Why does there need to be a mirror behind me on the treadmill? gross