It's been several weeks since I've visited the gym. Between having the Virus From Hell and also the Workload That Would Not Die, I just plain haven't had time. Never mind that my gym is about 5 minutes away from my office...quite literally across the street. I could probably walk if I had to. Like if I had a flat tire or something.
So today was the day! The return to the gym. They would meet me with banners and balloons and welcome me with a hearty "Hello. We missed you, Goofy!". Well, not quite. But the reception gal actually did make eye contact after swiping my membership card. It's the little things in life...
I went into the locker room and unzipped my bag. Shoes. Check! Pants. Check!Sports Bra. Check! Tank Top. Check! Socks? Uh... Socks?? SOCKS?!?!?!? No socks. Dammit!
I wore black dress socks today. I really did want to work out, but not bad enough to be seen wearing black socks with tennis shoes. If my workout pants were long, and covered my ankles, I might have done it. (They don't call me GOOFY Girl for nothin', ya know.) But, alas, I had brought capris. I don't want to be called DORKY Girl. I have my limits.
I searched and searched my tiny gym bag, hoping that socks would somehow materialize in a linty corner of the bag. No luck. No socks. No workout.
I had to pretend to be on the phone as I walked out of the gym, five minutes after I got there, just in case the gal decided to make eye contact again. And if you're curious...she didn't.