The good news: I've been to the gym this week.
The bad news: I've stood up both my gym buddies this week.
They're not bad gym buddies. I am.
I'd like to explain myself, if you'll listen.
My being a crappy gym buddy is a combination of lack of sleep and miscommunication.
For example, I was supposed to meet Jen at the gym Wednesday. I was running late at a doctor's appointment, and ended up rushing to the gym - but forgot to call Jen.
So, we missed each other.
Earlier this week, because I stayed up late, I overslept, and missed the wonder and beauty of a 5:45 a.m. cycling class with my other gym buddy, Jess.
As an aside, Jess was happy that we missed cycling that morning because it gave her an extra hour or more of sleep.
This morning, I really didn't have an excuse.
Well, I have one, but it's not a good one.
I stayed up, again, watching AMC's "Fright Fest," a 24-7 marathon of horror movies.
Like I said, no good excuse.
So, it's not them, it's me.
I promise guys, I'll try to do better next week.
It's totally cool! It happens sometimes!
By the way, we totally need to nail down our schedule for the rest of the week!
I guess I'll forgive you... this time! :)
Only you, homey, could be kept from the gym by chainsaw-wielding psychos running after half-nekkid dumb blondes.