I feel incredible today as I finally realize that I am normal (well, take that in context).  I just read an article titled "Promiscuous Fitness" stating that driven women are continually pushing themselves to the max on workouts and divorcing them just as swiftly,  just to have another fitness fling soon after.  The normal part, which I could never figure out, is to set small attainable goals that we can hit in short bursts of time and energy, not maximum depletion.  This thought process agreed upon by two psychologists, promises us that we won't burn out when applying this theory.  Since we all have had our love affairs with: Richard Simmons, Jane Fonda, Suzanne Somers and Billy Banks, perhaps they are right.  My philosophy, and apparently that of many other women, is that if I can't hit the gym for at least an hour - why bother?  Further research shows that when watching strong animals like lions and gorillas, they spend most of their day resting and spend minimal time expending great energy.  So the deal now is to act more like the big cats; quick bursts of high intensity and you may just find that you don't loathe your workouts quite as much.