I got out of work at 5:00 yesterday. The bus pulled up just as I got there. I decided that I finally had enough energy to get back to the gym. In spite of a few attempts, I seem to keep finding a reason not to go.
When my alarm goes off at six, I feel like I didn't get enough sleep.
When I get to the bus stop and there isn't enough money on my metrocard to buy a ride.
When I arrive at the gym only to realize that my sneakers are sitting on my office floor and I never changed back from my dress shoes to go home.
Those are just some of the excuses. Mostly, I've just been too tired or unmotivated to go.
Last night, I finally did it. I walked in, checked in, changed into my gym clothes, strolled over to my locker, and guess what....I can't remember the combination. That's right. I've been away from the gym long enough that I can't remember the combination to my gym locker. I purchased the lock and put it on there. I tried a few different numbers that came into my mind and none worked. Realize, I spend at least an hour a day manipulating numbers in an excel spreadsheet. There are lots of numbers floating around in my head.
I decided to use my bike lock on another day locker and went for a 2.5 mile run on a treadmill. I listened to a fascinating podcast on the creation of carbon offset credits and one on the creation of the Fed (thanks, Planet Money). Then I went back down to change out of my sweaty, gross clothes. I realized that the one thing I really wanted from my locker was flip flops. No one wants to walk around a locker room with bare feet. It's kind of gross. I tried again and couldn't get it.
I tip toed into the sauna so as to create as little surface contact with my feet and the floor as possible. If I sweat a lot, I look just a little bit skinnier in the mirror and weigh a pound less on the scale. It makes me feel like I worked just a little harder.
As I sat in the sauna, I realized that the same three numbers kept going through my head. I decided to try one more time. This time, I felt like I was ice skating on my tip toes since the sweat made them slick. I fell a few times and people looked at me funny as I slip-toed my way to the locker in nothing but a towel that slipped each time I fell. Eureka...I had it and flip flops were found. The same people looked at me even funnier as I did a happy dance and then squeak farted my way (sweaty flip-flops) back to the sauna.
I put the combo in my phone so this won't happen again. BUT, I will get to the gym more often so hopefully I don't forget.
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