I don’t want to jinx myself, but I think my 2014 is off to an auspicious start – not only did our mortgage lender send us a refund check for collecting too much in our escrow account, I spent the entire first day of the year in my pajamas.
Speaking of me being the laziest person alive, I’m not big on New Years resolutions — in fact, I think last year’s half marathon goal was the first one I ever made. Since I managed to actually do it I kind of don’t ever want to make another one so I can keep my 100% track record. Speaking of which, I wish “getting in shape” wasn’t such a popular resolution for people. There aren’t very many gyms in my town, so for the next six weeks every single treadmill will look like this:
My coworkers make fun of me because in order to secure a treadmill after work, I lug all my gear into the office, change in the freezing bathroom, and sprint to my car as soon as the clock strikes five. It works about half of the time, and the other half I either halfheartedly lift some weights until a machine opens up or I stalk out to my car, drive home, pop in a Jillian Michaels DVD and then decide I don’t feel like doing anything and drink a beer instead. To break that cycle until the New Years crowd dies down at the gym and/or it’s light enough to run outside after work, I’m thinking of doing this Jillian Michaels challenge. I’m not sure if I want to compete for the $150 prize on account of STRANGERS SEEING ME IN MY BRA, but I may post my before and after measurements. Provided they’re not too mortifying.
And because I can’t talk about the new year without thinking of Monica and Ross’s routine, I’ll leave you with this:
Happy first workday of the new year!