zombies

Finally made it back to the gym, and took a rather complicated route to get there.

My son had to be at work at 6 a.m., so I rolled out of bed at 5 a.m., even though my alarm was set for 5:15. I’d gone to bed around 10:30 p.m., but was awake from about 4 onward, forcing myself to stay in bed and get more sleep.

Didn’t work.

I’d packed my gym bag and work clothes the night before, so really all I had to do was put on my t-shirt, exercise pants and gym shoes.  Sounds easy enough; just try doing it in your sleep.

I really, really didn’t want to go, but Kate the trainer called last evening to see if I was going to make it to boot camp. I told her “no” because of the car situation. Still, I really wanted to get back into my routine, so I came up with this convoluted plan: Drop Trey off at work, hit the gym, shower and dress for work, drive to work.  While at the gym, Bobby would get up and get ready for work, then wake up Sky, who would ride with him to my workplace where she would pick up my car for school and work. Bobby would take a late lunch and pick up Trey at 2:30 and drop him off at home.

*Whew.*

What I failed to account for was the Zombie Factor.

I am downright dangerous in the mornings when I don’t have enough sleep.  I turn on the wrong burners and my keys end up in the refrigerator.  The worst part was driving in the dark during a downpour this a.m.  Not smart for the weary.

But I made it, late, to the gym, but thankfully Kate had me and another late person do a complete session from 6:45 to 7:15.

By the time I’d gotten out of the shower, Sky was there, waiting. Bobby had a meeting to attend, so he dropped her off at my gym instead of my office.

Didn’t I tell you it was complicated?

It was good to be back in a love/hate relationship with my gym, not to mention those stupid kettlebells. Ideally, I’ll be back in there Thursday a.m. Right now, though, I have no idea how.

Yeah, I know I'm ugly. I said to a bartender, 'Make me a zombie.' He said 'God beat me to it.' ~  Rodney Dangerfield