I am happy to report that this week has been a very successful return to a consistent exercise regimen. Perhaps slightly excessive, but within reason. Two days with Lifting/Cardio combinations. Two days of Spin with the Filipina Fox at Muv, where she instructs, and one stand-alone Cardio sesh at 24.
Which is where this Early Onset Grumpiness tale begins.
I’ve just returned and had a little post-cardio cottage cheese. Such a disgusting food, but such an easy source of protein.
Also, I stink. But fear showering before putting my story down will result in another day of blog-silence. After the social lovefest I received on Facebook yesterday…well, I just don’t want to be quiet today.
Also, Myrtle is keeping her distance versus trying her normal keyboard dance while I try and type. I’m attributing that to my malodorousness.
I was heading out to run a couple of errand relative to the sale of my condo up in Seattle, so I was dressed in my basic bro tee-shirt and jeans attire with a backpack containing my gym clothes. Now, there’s a story in and of itself that ends with me sending a six page fax to my realtor.
It was $12.45.
I handed over three $1 bills and got a puzzled look for my effort.
When the clerk re-iterated the total, I calmly replied with one of my grandfather’s chestnuts, “Jesus Christ! I wanted to send a fax, not buy the whole place!”
She laughed and tried to tell me that long distance was expensive. I countered with the fact that she was obviously right…cell phone carriers giving their long distance service away in unlimited quantities and all these days.
I don’t think she was as amused as I had intended. Maybe she was. Maybe I was a dick.
Naturally, once I arrived at the gym I realized that I had forgotten not only my earbuds but also my water bottle, I was primed for the milking that buying water at the gym is. The picture below has the last bottle of water I bought at the gym, a 24 ounce bottle of water for $2.
And obviously not worth it…since drinking it has not made me *smart* enough to remember to pack my damned water bottle for the gym in the first place.
The bottle on the right in the picture is the bottle I bought today after realizing that the gym has changed its water assortment since last week when I forgot last. Yes, I know you aren’t really supposed to use water bottles like this over again. I take reasonable precautions, though. Like not expecting to live for freaking ever.
Back to the great Water Fiasco of 2016…it was $3.50 for 34 ounces.
Three goddamned fifty. For water. For real.
Of course, I didn’t want to trot out the same pilfered Chrisism twice in 20 minutes, so I couldn’t respond in the same manner that I had in the Fax Fiasco. Instead, I glumly stated that “When I was a kid, this stuff was free!” which prompted what I suspect was a genuine giggle from the pretty young lady behind the counter.
At least my grumpy charm was back in working condition.
Seriously, though…Smart Water was $.08/ounce last time I bought it at the gym. This Propel business – which I have never even heard of – is $.11/ounce. Who do they think they are?!?
What I knew for sure was that I was definitely going to suffer through what this gym calls music while I worked out versus even looking at new earbuds.
They’d probably be $75.
Now, in other news…after the aforementioned Facebook lovefest last night, I really intended to get on the old laptop and polish up an old draft. Somehow, I Hemingway-ed myself out of that with a nice bottle of red and some Netflix instead. I don’t know how he did it. But, apparently, my writing and creative proficiencies are not anywhere near Papa’s level yet, so this is what we get today.
On the upshot, my Friday night plans might have just washed out <gasp!>. Maybe I will have some time this evening to Smith around some words.
What? That was a legitimate gasp…my plans were with friends, not Biscuits.