Everyone send me some serious 'Don't Get Sick' vibes. I've been successful so far in fighting this shit off, and I'm not backing down just because my voice is fading.
And DAMMIT I have a lot to do this week.
When I got hom from work last night, Dan tried to convince me that packing for the upcoming move was more important than my spinning class. While I realize that getting all our shit in boxes is of utmost importance, frankly, my mental/emotional/physical stability is significantly more important to me. As some of you may have noticed, I'm a tad reliant on my gym schedule to maintain my sanity. Anyway, I convinced him that an hour out of our night wouldn't make a difference, bundled up, and headed to the class. It seems, however, that the big guy upstairs had different plans for me. When I got to the class, all pumped up and ready to go....it was full. Not an empty bike in the house. January always sucks at the gym because every lardass in NYC has made the decision that THIS is the year they'll get fit and squeeze into that old wedding dress. Needless to say, I was pissed. But it gave me ample time to pack up everything besides the bathroom and the kitchen. So boo, and yay.
Tonight, BOXING. Followed by.....boxing!
GET IT?!? Comic genius, admit it.
In other news, my Dad and my best friend are driving down on the weekend of 02.18, which also happens to be Dad's BDay. This pleases me greatly. Break out the AeroBed!
Bundle up, kids. Warm, it ain't.
And DAMMIT I have a lot to do this week.
When I got hom from work last night, Dan tried to convince me that packing for the upcoming move was more important than my spinning class. While I realize that getting all our shit in boxes is of utmost importance, frankly, my mental/emotional/physical stability is significantly more important to me. As some of you may have noticed, I'm a tad reliant on my gym schedule to maintain my sanity. Anyway, I convinced him that an hour out of our night wouldn't make a difference, bundled up, and headed to the class. It seems, however, that the big guy upstairs had different plans for me. When I got to the class, all pumped up and ready to go....it was full. Not an empty bike in the house. January always sucks at the gym because every lardass in NYC has made the decision that THIS is the year they'll get fit and squeeze into that old wedding dress. Needless to say, I was pissed. But it gave me ample time to pack up everything besides the bathroom and the kitchen. So boo, and yay.
Tonight, BOXING. Followed by.....boxing!
GET IT?!? Comic genius, admit it.
In other news, my Dad and my best friend are driving down on the weekend of 02.18, which also happens to be Dad's BDay. This pleases me greatly. Break out the AeroBed!
Bundle up, kids. Warm, it ain't.
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don't get sick. none of the cool kids are doing it.
don't worry, it's almost the end of the month, the lard asses will quit working out soon.