I really need to get to the gym. It’s been about a year since the last time I stepped through the doors of previously said gym.

I sit on my behind for at least 10 hours a day in front of either a series of computers or in my tattoo shop. It’s not healthy to sit that much. And yet—I do.

I just have zero motivation. I know I need to exercise more. I just can’t connect the “know” with the “do”.

And why can’t I ever have this to look at where I go?

Seeing him in the locker room alone would be incentive enough to go every single day.

Actually—I probably wouldn’t be able to get out of the shower….