Sore

I went to the gym 3 days in a row with D. We were talking about how we both needed to get to the gym. Each time I went to the gym I was always focused. I always pretty much reached my goal. But this year was different. I couldn't. This year was hard, I guess. I was busy with alot of things. A new position at work. Family issues. What I was gonna do, if I was gonna leave NY or not. A death. Alot of things. So I really couldn't focus. I'll just say I was lazy. But really I was just lazy.

So D agrees that we should hit the gym. After three days she's hooked and determined to get to the gym every day of the week. I said, "Woe horsey. You need a break in between. You can't just keep going." She says, "Oh yes I can." I said, "Nooooo. You're going to hurt yourself. You need rest in between. " She continued to tell me what she was going to do and that I better be there with her. I told her I would do three days a week and then my weekends. Which meant that she would be alone for two days.

Today she stood over me and I was getting some emails out to people. It was important. But she tapped away like Marissa Torme in My Cousin Vinny, when she said her clock was ticking. Funny. So I finished and got up and left with her. I'm sore. I've been sore since yesterday. I'm so sore I can't remember the good 'ol days when I could walk pain free. When was that?

So she says, you're lucky tomorrow is saturday cause you would be at the gym again. I looked away and said, "Oh Mama, look at what I have created." I was convincing her for weeks to join my gym. And now I have created a monster.

But she's a good monster. She's lots of fun to be with. So, I'm going. But tomorrow I'm not going to the gym. But tonight is bubble bath night. Ahh yeah.