To Go Or Not To Go

So I had a moment this morning...

That moment where I'm laying in bed thinking that I really don't want to get up and go to the gym... so maybe I can just grab my stuff, go down stairs and watch tv quietly. Keep the volume so low I can barely hear it from six feet away. Then around the time I usually get back, I can sneak out the back door, open and close the car door (so it sounds like I'm just pulling back into the driveway), and let myself back in the front door. Go upstairs, shower etc, just like I do every morning. That way, the wife would think that I went to the gym so I wouldn't feel guilty for not going...

Or I could just drag my lazy arse out of bed and to the gym...which I did. Pretty sad huh...