I've always thought of myself as an exercise hater. Even now, more than year after starting to exercise regularly.
I got to work this morning and realized I forgot my gym bag, and my first thought was, "Crap! I can't work out this afternoon! That stinks!"
Then I realized what had just happened and thought, "Who am I, and what the heck happened to the old Jennifer?"
I guess I don't hate exercise as much as I thought!
(And I'll still get in my workout, but it'll be a DVD at home instead of weights at the gym.)