I’m struggling in this exercise desert. What once was a budding tropical paradise is now eroding into a dry, desolate wasteland. I’m chasing a mirage of fitness that keeps getting farther away. The guilt of getting lost here is a heavy burden. I need to unload all my extra baggage if I want to make it out of here. I need to travel light with a clear goal. I need to exercise. I need to do some kind of exercise every day. Without it, I loose touch with myself. With it, I find myself and so much more. Every day is a new chance to escape. I’m starting again tomorrow. 
