A couple of days ago, I came to the realization that I needed to schedule trips to the gym, because otherwise I was never going to get there, and I would lose all of the buffness that I worked so hard during the first part of the year to acquire. Sounds like a good plan, right?
But now I'm looking at my schedule, and I realize what the real reason is - I have no free time. With work and outside projects and saying good-bye to people and more work and birthday parties and football...it's crazy. And when I am free - usually weekend nights - the gym is closed. Go figure. I can't wait until I return to New York City, where half of the gyms are open 24 hours.
I just want three 2-hour blocks a week. That's all I'm asking for. And some apple pie. And a pony.