Tuesday, July 08, 2008


I left work late yesterday, which sort of sucks but will likely be my reality for the next six weeks or so.

I went straight to the gym. Going home before going to the gym isn't an option these days. I'm making it work.

I have my card swiped. I eat a handful of trail mix while I walk into the locker room. I open my bag.

And I have no pants.

I zip up my bag. I leave the gym. I go to Target. I need a few bags of chocolate; the communal candy jar at work was empty and I felt obligated to make a donation.

At Target, I realize that I can buy a pair of pants. Or shorts. Or a skort.

I try some on. Like nothing. Buy nothing.

Nothing suitable. To workout in. At Target.

Moral of the story: I didn't want to work out too badly.


Anonymous said...

yeah that's why i go straight downstairs after work and jump on the treadmill, the benefits of having a gym at work. 'cause if i left the building first i'd never go.

my life is brilliant said...

Oh, that's funny. I attempted to go to the gym on Monday, but had accidentally left my wallet -- with my gym card -- at home. They wouldn't let me in. They have this new policy (and a new sign) saying that you have to have photo ID to get into the gym if you don't have your card.

The funny part: They just changed our gym cards to where they DON'T have our photos on them. But they do have them in the computer. Not that they'll look it up to let you in.


Accidentally Me said...

I think you should have bought the skort just on general principal!

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