I love going to the gym. A lot.

Though I should rephrase: I love working out at the gym. A lot.

For some unfathomable reason, it’s the actual going to the gym that tends to pose a hurdle.

One of the desk people at the Y said to me today “how was the big birthday party?” as I was looking on the flyer wall for the group exercise sheet. It was the guy who had said happy birthday to me yesterday when I scanned in my card (I presume a big BIRTHDAY flag comes up on the screen). I told him he had a good memory, and then said I had a very nice dinner with my fiance. As I kept searching the wall of flyers, he said, “looking for group exercise?” and told me where they were. He had the Shining!

I only have one more night of tooth trays/gel. Then I look forward to a coffee on Saturday morning. Which will probably make me buzzzzzz all day.