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I’m inclined to skip cardio. By the time I’m done lifting weights each morning, I’m feeling beat. Also, I’m anxious to get back to my desk and start the big editorial lift of the day, which can feel heavier than any dumbbell.In that state, the idea of subjecting myself to a measly 10-minute Apple Fitness cycling routine sounds like pure torture. In fact, if I start thinking ahead to that little nugget of HIIT I’m supposed to do, my motivation to finish strength training wanes, too.Rather than defeat myself before I’ve even started, I play a trick on myself. Instead of arguing with the little voice in my head, I agree with it: “You’re right. Let’s not kill ourselves. I’ll just leave the bike’s resistance at zero; as long as my legs are moving, it counts!” Easy enough, the voice thinks to itself with a nasty little chuckle.However, by the time those legs are moving and the perky Apple instructor is shouting encouragement at me, I’ve recovered from my physical and mental fatigue. The…

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