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.
Continue reading It's not you, it's me.
At the gym: October 2008 Archives
I'm on a new gym schedule.
One of my gym buddies, Jess, told me she used to go to cycling class at 5:45 a.m.
I laughed.
At 5:45 a.m. most mornings, I'm buried under my covers, trying to get those valuable last 15 minutes before I have to bu at 6 a.m. and at the office at 7 a.m.
(Yes, I said 7 a.m., for all those who remembered that until this March, I worked the night shift for the last seven+ years.)
After trying, with little success, to drag my behind to the gym after work, I've seen the light.
Now, I'm insane, too.
Continue reading The gym at 5 a.m. and other insanity.
I know, I should have told you guys.
But the love is new, and I don't want to jinx it.
I love. . . my cycling instructor. Her name is Angie.
My other gym buddy, Jess, had told me how special Angie was as a teacher. I didn't know that she rocked until I took her class last week.
She's the only cycling instructor I've never wanted to harm.
She was funny and motivating, and had great songs.
For the first time, I was not wishing for class to be over. I did not pray to God to make time move faster to get me finished with the torture, I mean, fun, of cycling class.
In short, I love her.
