Wednesday, November 28, 2018
Second day. More advanced.
I came back tonight fired up to show the same unholy cruelty to my back, biceps and babdominals (alliteration runs rampant!), and now that the carnage is over I’m typing this as fast as I can before the rigor sets in.
The good news: I’m pretty sure I’ll be unable to roll over in my sleep tonight.
The other good news: Nobody will be able to steal my wallet from my locker.
The reason for this jarring non sequitur: I discovered that I didn’t have it with me at Target on my way to the gym tonight. As an impatient line of people waited behind me and the cashier had to call for help canceling all the purchases she’d rung up and I sweated bullets mentally retracing my every step over the last 17 years to see if I could remember where I might have lost it.
The good news: I called my folks and they found it on my bedroom floor.
The bad news: I didn’t get to buy those super-cute track pants I’d found.
The second non sequitur in this rambling post: WHY ARE ALL THE GUYS AT THIS GYM SO HOT? And why won’t any of them volunteer to come roll me over in my sleep tonight after the rigor sets in?
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