Some mornings I have trouble finding the motivation to get through the last 15-20 minutes of my cardio workout.

When it happened today, I suddenly had a vision of myself lying in a hospital bed, with my beautiful wife clutching her rosary over my fat body, wiping away her tears while a machine was breathing for me.

After that, I was able to dig a little deeper and finish the full hour.


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