Forgive Me Father...
I am not that into the gym. I want muscles, but for some reason the gym doesn't really appeal to me. As with any habit, once you get into the pattern, it's easy to follow. I don't dislike working out, i always feel good afterwards, but the act of getting me there causes a disproportionate amount of stress.
I like to sleep in. Blame genetics, blame whatever. Blame me. I like to stay up late at night and sleep until noon. I don't usually sleep until noon, but i am always glad when i do. I know i miss the mornings this way, but i'm okay with that. I have the afternoon. And the night.
I usually feel like I am ready to start my day around 1:30 or 2pm. That means I have had coffee, put on clothes and eaten some food. Then the day can start. That's too late for my gym pal. That causes me stress.
I chickened out today, i didn't want to have the conversation so i just avoided it, and that is sucky. i know it. i'm sorry.
posted by ces @ 2:49 PM
1 Comments:
i'm gonna be blunt - i don't care about the gym. like, at all. i know what you mean about not liking it. it is not fun, and i always feel like i have something better to do. i promise that i would go without you in the mornings if i felt like it, but i just don't. it's not your fault that i don't go, so stop worrying. and you should definitely go without me, if you wanna go when i have jake and sam!
maybe we can just stop with the c&m gym thing? like, just not go to the gym together anymore? what would you say if we just left it at that? i agree with you that it is stressful. it feels like a weird dance sometimes, and i don't know the steps. and i get a lot of outdoor exercise in the summer when the boys are around, which i enjoy a lot more than weird dalplex. maybe i will try going in the fall when i'm in the neighbourhood.
how would you feel about that? and more importantly, thanks for taking that book back, g.f.
xomo
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