In reward for my being dedicated to getting into shape last year, I gifted myself (for Christmas. . . I may not go to church, but I don't pass up gifting opportunities) a pre-paid, year membership in a gym. And, 10 days into the new year, I got sick. Today, almost 4 months later, I finally walked back into the gym.
I like to do the exercise thing early in the morning. Which, for those of you who actually know me, is shocking. I love sleep. I love my bed. I love rolling over for another two hours of "nap" after I wake up. I like the post breakfast nap and the after lunch nap and the before dinner nap and the after dinner nap. I love sleep. And, I do it really well.
I gave myself permission to reset my alarm if I didn't feel up to snuff at 5:30 this morning. But, I didn't do that. I got up and grabbed my shoes and water bottle and headed out the door. Only, as I pulled out of my neighborhood, I realized I'd forgotten my iPod. And, when I arrived at the gym, I saw they had a bunch of new machines and I could not figure out how to use them. Finally, I found one of the older ones not being used.
I didn't do much of a work out. But, I worked out. And I had a yogurt and raspberry smoothie (homemade with real fruit, not fruity syrup) for breakfast. Tomorrow, I'll remember my iPod. I might even ask how the new machines work.
Now, if I could stop looking like Troop 48's first aid exhibit, we might actually think life has returned to normal.
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