I haven’t had a whole lot of exercise this past week, meaning I haven’t once laced up my running shoes or played around with weights at the gym. I’m on a new medicine that has left me feeling dead tired, groggy and dizzy, leaving any type of work out completely out of the question. I figured I’d take the time off and start fresh on Saturday, hoping that my body would be used to the meds and I’d be back to my usual, workout-crazed self. But Saturday rolled around, and despite staying in the night before, I still felt exhausted, needing to nap after just thinking about anything streneous.

After several Lifetime movies and a big bowl of cheerios and soy milk, I finally laced up my running shoes, pumped up my iPod and set out for a run. And let me tell you. It felt good to be back.

The run wasn’t perfect. But 45 minutes later I had at least four solid miles logged and felt energized enough to go out to dinner with a friend and then hit a party I was planning to skip.

Today is weight training. But seeing as it’s almost 5:00 and I have no desire to head out to the gym, there’s a very good possibility of today joining the ranks of last week. But you know what? I think my roommate has some resistance bands I can borrow, and in just 20 minutes I can work a few muscle groups to exhaustion. Who knows, maybe I’ll feel up to 45 minutes of upper body and can throw in some ab work, too.

Fitness isn’t about being perfect. It’s not about how long you can run or how well you stick to your training schedule. Sure, it’d be nice to be incredibly disciplined. But what fun is that?