Now that a few hours have passed I can speak about this morning’s events. If you can forgive the visual, it first started with Mike seeing me throw on my sports bra and sleepily muttering, “are you…are you going to the gym?” and me curtly answering, “Don’t ask. I’m awake.” To give you a better idea of the significance of today, to give it some scope, some definition, I have not been to the gym in the morning since I’ve lived in Boston. That’s 4 ½ years. To be honest, I think there may have been a different President in office the last time I did this. Okay, are ya with me now??
And I did not leave the house only to wimp out and hang out in a coffee shop for an hour and a half.
Do you know what I found? This whole other world - this subculture of people who work out before noon (!)
On the diet front, I was doing okay. I mean, of the 12 hrs it’s been going, 5 of which were spent sleeping, and 2.5 working out/getting dressed/commuting to work, it’s been okay. I mean, well… until Newbie dropped of a ice cream sandwich on my desk thing morning (a leftover from a recent office party). Wha?? I was supposed to let it just sit there and melt all over my desk?? Onto my very important, official looking papers and files?? What if it leaked onto my very expensive computer? (ok, so who had 10:45?? )
I guess everyone has their motivations and apparently Fear is mine (specifically, Fear of the Bikini). So my workout ethic is kinda like this: haven't shown up at class all semester but gonna take a run at passing the final.
Oh, and this struck me as funny…
Mike hurt his back (not the funny part) this weekend from working out and a lot of activity and was still in a bit of pain on Tuesday morning. So he phoned work to say he’d be in later so he could let the heating pad do it’s thing. After work he told me he went to the gym to use the whirlpool which helped a bit. Outraged, I asked, “You went in late so that you could take a Jacuzzi?! What did you say, “Sorry guys, I won’t see you til one, I gotta go hot tubbin”?"
Okay, that is just this side of brilliant. I would never get away with it but still. Calling in Hot Tubbin. Christ.
MVP, Mike. MVP.