Too nice not to exercise

What a gorgeous day. What a lovely evening. 

It was far too nice to stay inside. Skip dinner. Go straight to biking clothes and get out the door. 

I didn't even bike 8 miles. But it felt good to move. Work was stressful today, especially. I needed to focus on something else. I needed to move. 

This is relatively new for me. Exercise. I used to roll my eyes at people in Spandex, jogging, biking, rollerblading. (Is that still a thing?) Now, I’m one of them. 

When my sister took up marathon running, I thought she was crazy. I'm still not interested in running. I'm pretty sure my "form" sucks. I feel awkward, and I'm positive I look worse. It doesn't feel right. 

Biking, however, is easy. You don't have to be in shape to bike. I've realized it helps me stay in shape, some what. But if I want to tone — which I desperately need to do — I'm gonna have to work out in other ways, too. 

Tonight was an easy choice, though. There was no way I was staying inside. It was too beautiful to look at from inside or ignore in front of a screen. We don't get enough perfect days, and I didn't want to miss this one. 

Maybe I can do yoga on the deck or practice planking. It's still too nice to go inside.