I woke up this morning, after a night of restless sleep, knowing that I needed to workout. There were two little voices inside of me, arguing with each other. One was the lazy guy, telling me to relax, read the paper, eat some breakfast, … The other was a voice telling me to get active, start moving, you’ll feel much better if you do. Guess what-the active guy won, and afterwards I was so grateful and felt so much better. Now I’m a guy who really believes in the power of exercise, but why do I have these battles, when I know that I always feel better when I follow through on the workout?