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You may know this is the time of year I clear out of the gym temporarily to make way for the resolutioners. It’s my tradition. But this week, let the record show, I made an unlikely, unplanned, premature return. The universe was giving me signs:
1. Our water heater blew up and the gym was my only chance for a hot shower, unless I wanted to saunter down the block in my robe, knocking on neighbor’s doors. May as well sneak in a workout before that shower.
2. Our home internet connection went down. Hard. For days. Imagine the time this freed up.
3. My ornery hamstring was behaving so nicely, it’s virtually begging to go back to that yoga class.
4. It’s finally snowing like a mother. Ok, you’re right, this did not stop me from getting my run on. But I swear those plows are gunning for me.
5. Dog attack. Yes another one. Not sure what’s going on with all the canine hate lately. I suspect my new lotion is redolent of beef jerky.
So yes, back to gym I went and know what? It wasn’t even packed! No need to park in the next county and shuttle bus in. Resolutioners where are you? Other than two obvious ones in my spin class, everything seemed pretty status quo. Who knew?
