Occasionally you need to push yourself out the door. Occasionally, literally.
On day 19 of this daily streak, after a fast jaunt one day previously, after everything it was everything I could do to lace up and get my twenty minute minimum in. It was not fast. It was not pretty. It was a plod of milage just to say it had been done.
Sure, I felt better after than before, but ... I could probably say the same thing about a nap.