Routine.

So the Y closed this past week for "maintenance".  There were no classes.   I am confused. What type of maintenance will take an entire week? I smell a rat.  What could they be doing in there?  I have to know. If there has been a carnival in there for this past week, and I wasn't invited, I am going to be pretty sad.

But that can't be. Because some of the stuff is still operating. The weights and treadmills are okay to use.  Its like an exoskeleton of the Y.  Exercise peeps are on a routine.  Obvs.  But now routine no more?  Mama does not like glitches in the routine.  Especially when the glitches mess with her back to schooling and muscle flexing.  So this past week everyone just sat around and stared at each other. It was fun.  And NOW, I have to motivate to get back INTO a routine.  What?  I did not ask for this.  I was happily going along full steam ahead, all pistons fired up and the Y shut down.  So then I briefly studied forensic anthropology for a few days, realized I liked the Y better, and here we are.

I didn't study forensic anthropology, Blog.  I just stopped exercising Which meeeeeans I kinda became lazy.  Which quickly spirals into 34 bags of Doritos and a marathon watching of Orange is the New Black.  And now I have become a victim of inertia.

Couches are awesome.

So I tried to go back today and pretend like the Y and I were best buddies again and hey no problem with your whole "maintenance" thing and I'm glad we're back together, but for whatever reason, maybe the heat or not having had breakfast, I was SO TIRED.  I hope tomorrow is better.



I think maintenance is code for...vacation.