The weather is friendly, the sky looks glorious, birds are chirping, beautiful morning. And as I religously make my fruit smoothie I catch a glimpse of the bike through the glass door, sitting stagnant, untouched.

I ignore it, and pretend to occupy myself with my cooking, few minutes pass by and it seems that there is nothing to do on a sunday morning (with GLORIOUS weather, did I mention?), but I'm sure that there is grocery shopping to be done. No, the refrigerator is well supplied.

Maybe some laundry? Oh, I took care of that on Saturday.

Or maybe I should call old friends and catch up with them.

Excuses. Anything to ignore the bike in the backyard that is eagerly and impatiently waiting to travel throughout the city.

 And this has almost becomed a ritual every sunday, ignore the bicycle, regardless of how glorious the weather is, regardless of how boring sundays can get.

 I do exercise every once in a while (exclusively during the week, please) but lately I've been ignoring taking trips in my bike at any cost, especially on the weekends. But as of today, I'm ditching the excuses, I'm ditching the lethargic habits of sunday!

I mean after all Who came up with the idea that you can't work out or be active on Sundays?

But really, I'm ditching lazyness, even if it means ditching it on Sundays!