Well, I guess it's refreshing to know that lots of people exercise. At least I'm not crazier than more than half the people here.

Anyway, I take a class. CrossFit. The class is extraordinary. The work-outs are totally debilitating.
I used to work out at gyms for about 3 days per year, on the days when I felt like I was in desperate need of losing weight (you know how one day of working out will knock off about 15 pounds. Yeah.)
Anyway, I can do about 30 squats, 30 push-ups, run half a mile, and then I'm done. (SPOILER)Yes. I know I'm weak. Thanks. Then I'm all totally exhausted. But in this program, they find a way to push me past my exhaustion. Sort of a second wind, but more like undeath. I am tired, beat down, destroyed, yet somehow lifting the weights up and down. I'm doing 30 squats and 40 push-ups for the 4th time. The 2nd push up isn't a second rep. The 80th is. aiyiyi. I can't believe I am doing it as I'm doing it. I feel like I'm on the brink of freaking death.
And damn they're good because although I get sore, I don't get black and blue or hurt. The program truly unlocks the fullest extent of exhaustion that I can put my body through. It's amazing. It's spectacular. It immobilizes me for a solid hour and a half after each work-out.
Anyway, I'm not going to quit (lol)
Remember: Quitters never win, and winners never lose!