This morning I was off for the YMCA before sunrise. Pretty impressive, right? This is how that works. I really don't like to exercise so I joined the Y to guilt myself into exercising. You see, if there is one thing I dislike more than exercise, it's spending money on something I don't use.
It was a little nippy this morning and about a mile down the road my feet are feeling like a little heat. That's when I realized I was wearing birkenstocks and not tennis shoes. So I took the next left and attempted to take another left but that happened to be a one way so I went 1/2 block further to the alley. Remember, it's not light yet, headlights are on.....and my foot hits the brake. It was an automatic reflex. I have trained for this and my body responds from lots of practice.
This was in the back of my van faster than you would think I could move. (and it's not lightweight wicker either.) I continued on home and shoved it into my garage. Then back into the car and off again before I missed out on...
these. Note, one is a rocker.
By now it was definately time for coffee and a cranberry muffin. All thoughts of the Y had faded. There was that faint promise of "maybe tomorrow." We'll see. I'm in training to go with the flow.
It was a little nippy this morning and about a mile down the road my feet are feeling like a little heat. That's when I realized I was wearing birkenstocks and not tennis shoes. So I took the next left and attempted to take another left but that happened to be a one way so I went 1/2 block further to the alley. Remember, it's not light yet, headlights are on.....and my foot hits the brake. It was an automatic reflex. I have trained for this and my body responds from lots of practice.
This was in the back of my van faster than you would think I could move. (and it's not lightweight wicker either.) I continued on home and shoved it into my garage. Then back into the car and off again before I missed out on...
these. Note, one is a rocker.
By now it was definately time for coffee and a cranberry muffin. All thoughts of the Y had faded. There was that faint promise of "maybe tomorrow." We'll see. I'm in training to go with the flow.
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