Sunday, September 21, 2014
I woke up early this Sunday morning (5:30 AM) because it is "go to the gym" day. It was a gorgeous morning. Cool, but not too cool. Misty and just slightly drizzly-----the kind of weather I have every day at my imaginary dream-cottage on the coast of the Hebrides. I got dressed, had breakfast, fed the kitty, and ran out the door.
This is my second Sunday at the gym. While each section is jam-packed during the week, the entire gym is a tomb on Sunday. I like working out next to other people at the gym. I don't have to force myself to push-----it just happens because everyone around me is pushing. I had to make a conscious effort this morning to really challenge myself (otherwise why bother?). I did my 30 minutes on the elliptical and my 30 minutes on the treadmill. When my thoughts go from thinking "god I hate the gym" to thinking "I wish I was dead" I know that I am working hard! The whole time: no one. Not a soul. Three people finally walked-in as I was stretching after the work-out.
I didn't bother to shower at the gym since I was heading straight back home. I had promised myself a hot bubble bath with book. So I got dressed and stepped back outside. Pouring rain. POURING! I had a hoodie and my running shoes (new and expensive). I figured I'd take the bus home since I am going out for dinner with friends tonight which means walking an additional 90 minutes later on. I darted from awning to awning until I reached the bus shelter. I was a little wet, but not too bad. I waited. And waited. No bus. I finally noticed a sign that explained all buses were following an alternate route and that there were in fact no buses running in that area (don't get me started on public transportation in this city). So I just decided to suck it up and walk home in the rain. By the time I got home (it is a 30 minute walk) I was soaking wet. And I mean SOAKING. Even my underwear was dripping. Of course, since life tends to be perverse (mine, anyway), as soon as I had patted-down my shoes with paper towels and inverted them on the radiator to dry, the rain stopped and the sun began to shine. On the up side, I did have a lovely time reading in my bath-tub.
I have had about a month of perfect food-tracking. Restaurant food is impossible to track, so I won't even bother trying to log this evening's meal (do you hear me, Nutrition Challenge Team? Uhuh, yep, that's right-------I'll be losing two points and there's nothing you can do about it!). We are going out for Mexican food, a small dive in the west-end run by two young guys who like to blare old ZZ-top tunes over the loudspeaker at meal-time. It has been getting rave reviews from even the most pretentious food critics. One taco: $3.60!
I hope everyone has a great week-end.