Yesterday I was tired. I had a tough time getting to sleep and woke up fully before 3:00. So I watched M*A*S*H. Tried to sleep at 5:00 got up. I had spent too much time earlier in the week working out at the Y.
The Y's shower room (there are two private ones) is extremely humid and damp. I started going in here because a guy walked in while I was dressing in the locker room twice. Other times the guy that cleans the locker room has been in there and I've had to ask him to leave. Too close to home for me. Anyway...
When I work out, I sweat big time. I hear that's a good thing. But three days in a row, sweating and then going into the dank room for a cold shower only to continue to be sweating when I got done made it tough to think about covering all this sweatiness with fabric. Then I remembered something my daughter said to me when she was little.
It used to be nearly impossible to get her ready for school on time. She hated getting dressed. She still can't stand shopping where she has to try on clothes. I can relate to that, for different reasons...size for one. But one day she came to me very upset and crying. I thought her best friend had died she was so upset. She was about eight. "What's the matter honey girl? What's wrong?" I asked. "I just realized I'm going to have to get dressed every day for the rest of my life!" sobs.
I don't remember if I laughed. I'm sure I wanted to. I don't know if I did, I don't know what I said...
And then I find myself finding reasons not to work out just so I don't have to shower and get dressed all over again. I think I could cry too.
A year of living like college students. Basically like living on nothing.
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