One of the great things about getting some exercise done is the pay-off that follows: the sense that you've achieved something real and positive, even if you haven't exactly set the world alight with your level of fitness. I'm happy to report that the Missus and I made it to the gym yet again this evening and seem to have established a reasonably regular routine. It feels good.
(By the way, if I wake up struggling to walk tomorrow the above is rescinded. Just saying.)
(At my age you just never know, you know.)