A day in the life. So much of my day is planned around making sure I get a workout in. To fitness enthusiasts you know exactly what I’m talking about. I need to and I want to. Today I knew I had my Gym to myself after 4. I had already thought about that before I went to bed last night. One could compare that to an addict knowing they can get their fix at a certain time the next day or a successful business man knowing he’s planned his day well. Look at it either way. I don’t care. Works for me. Knowing the day was clear I didn’t have to jam my workout in this am before work. I could help Joanna get ready for school and take the dogs out an extra time so they done poop In the house. I finished job one and didn’t have clients this afternoon so the treadmill was mine! And after that I could work legs and do squats listening to the new U2 “album” as loud as I want! Ahh Heaven. I feel at peace working out and I like my space when I train. It’s a reset. My own time. I’ve loved it most my life. I could say who doesn’t but that’s a silly question because the answer is most people. When I don’t get it in or I don’t get my space I feel cheated. The day isn’t as good. As I’m writing in this external journal my mind drifted to tomorrow. When will I train tomorrow? I can’t in am because I have clients. I work job one tomorrow from 7-2 so I can’t then. From 3-4:30 there should be no clients in the gym. There you go! Planned. It’s not stress planning this. It’s a disappointment when I can’t. I get pissed! I’m thinking that if others felt, not thought this way our country would be more fit. My day was good. I worked hard, ate pretty healthy, had moments of authenticity, had some laughs and got in a 75 minute workout.