Then this morning came. I woke up early with my wife and waited for my mother to arrive to watch Caley while I went to exercise. What did I do? I stayed home and tried Power 90. I got about 15 minutes into when the anxiety got the best of me. I had to sit on the floor and close my eyes and concentrate on deep measured breaths to keep from having an anxiety attack. I had to sit there for almost a half hour, trying to slow my heart rate and breathing down before I could even try to get up. I feel so pathetic right now. Where is the strong, vibrant, and virile man I used to be?
Well, back to my mantra: "Every Day is a New Day". I am sure my wife will want to go for a walk again this afternoon. Maybe I can go this time without trying to come up with excuses to stay in. Tomorrow morning, the goal is to go longer than I did today. I refuse to get discouraged. Not again.