Rhythmic Breathing

Early in the morning my phone rings and wakes me from a deep sleep. My dear friend says "let's go to the gym!" My yetzer fights me. Go back to sleep....to the gym...sleep....gym... My good sense takes over and I crawl out of bed and begin my routine. Finished in time...phew....coffee down the hatch...gym... i'm ready on time...yay...there's an open lane...45 laps...thirty minutes of floating like on air. It's low impact, but the impact is great. Millions of endomorphins are born and a new wonderful day begins!