There's something uncompromisingly actual about physical exercise, something very definite indeed. When you put yourself in the position of having to do some, just by turning up, there's really no turning away. Reluctance is understandable, but supremely pointless when faced with the actuality of getting on with what you know you must do. You can spend a good deal of the time allotted to the exercise wishing you weren't engaged in it, but the necessity of the engagement overrides thought.
The pay-off is powerful. Not so much a feeling of well-being as happy acceptance of the certain knowledge that you've just done something simply and clearly right.
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