I just returned from the gym. I had every reason to believe that it would just be a plain-old normal workout: I picked my locker, undressed, unpacked my gym bag, and....oh!
Instead of packing a pair of gym shorts, I packed a pair of Mrs. TBF's black pajama pants. Doh! Needless to say, there was NO WAY I was going to be able to squeeze into those things.
Oh well. I guess I didn't really feel like working out anyway. There's always next week.
And while we're on the topic of my gym...
Yesterday, I paid my annual membership...for the SEVENTH time!
I remember asking Mrs. TBF, when I first joined my gym in 2002, if we'd be living in Switzerland for at least one more year so that I'd get my money's worth out of the membership. Ha! What a laugh.
I didn't even bother asking her this time.
2 comments:
I have that nightmare with forgetting my swim suit when i get to workout..
Hi TBF/Mrs. TBF,
I was "en route" to the gym this a.m. and when I arrived at the gare I was greeted by "La Grève," which is such an iffy thing that I didn't dare take my chances of getting stuck in nowhere land and not having a way to get back to my town... Esp. since I had to work tonight.... So, I went shopping then went home and baked me up a belle quiche... It's up on my blog if you want to see it... I'm going to try tomorrow...
Ciao, Leesa
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