It’s 10:30pm and the Move ring on my AppleWatch hasn’t closed yet, and I’ve only four minutes of my 30 minutes of exercise done. I was just having so much fun hanging with Harry that I didn’t want to leave the room and take care of business.
I have 90 minutes to don26 minutes of exercise and I am terminally out of shape.
It should be a gimme. It’s not.
Wish me luck, folks.