They closed my gym years ago in the name of suburban development and while I was able to use my membership at other gyms in the city, I didn’t do so with any particular regularity. They promised they would reopen a gym at the original location and I told myself that once the new gym opened, I would box up my myraid excuses for not working out and get off my butt.
July 29th was that fateful day. Now sure, I waited a few days to make sure it was all established and wasn’t a hoax, but I dragged my butt there after work today. Didn’t do anything crazy: a little treadmill, a little bike. I also have an appointment for an orientation early next week. We’ll see if I can manage to keep it going. I’m starting slow for now – just trying to get into the habit of going – before trying to set up a specific routine. Note to self: when you know you snickered your way through Walk in the Woods on the Metro and garnered a fair number of funny looks, perhaps reading In a Sunburned Country on the bike is a bad idea. I had to disguise a number of snorts with obviously fake coughs.
Did a little work on the tsunami at lunch today and this evening. Heel flap, take 2. I’m almost at the picking-up-stitches-along-the-edge stage of the game. Maybe I’ll get all that mess taken care of manana. I’m also considering taking on Sock Wars. I know I’ll be dead within a week, but it just strikes me as amusing (while reminding me of our water-pistol game senior year). It kicks off the day after H and I get back from vacation so we shall see.