I've done a lot of packing and unpacking and organizing and reorganizing and arranging and rearranging in the past month. I've discovered at this point that I finally have no idea where my gym clothes have disappeared to (again). I can't say that I really care all that much at this point. Although come Wednesday if I haven't found them I'm likely to work out in my pjs just to get the time in at the gym.
It's amazing to me how something as simple as 30 minutes on an eliptical can completely change my perspective on the week and my general disposition to life. Particularly, when I didn't even think I liked going to the gym as recently as three months ago. But I get to lose myself in the songs on my ipod, shut my eyes and forget the world that surrounds me. When I find myself running in time to the music, ah it's the physical connection to the sound.
I really need to find out what box those gym clothes are in...
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