The Gym

I am so not a morning person.

Every single day I get up (early), and put on my gym gear, feed my ungrateful cats, get my;
1) bottle of water,
2) earphones,
3) house keys,
4) sunglasses for the short walk,

Then I make my way to the NYSC (New York Sports Club). I am so tired before I leave the front door of our apartment that I have to do a mental check list on these tiny four above items before I lock the door.

I walk down ‘Irving Place’, past the little brats hanging outside the high school; I’m hankering for the coffee I smell at “#71”, hanging out for the cigarettes and bagels that all the other people are having on their way to work.

So… I get to the gym, and work my butt off for five miles, and I never EVER get these so called ‘exercise endorphins’ that everyone’s talking about. (How do you get those by the way?)

But guess why I do it every day?

Not because I’ve lost nearly 20 pounds.
Not because I’ll be healthier.

Just because of the cute tiny little personal TV’s they have on the treadmills! Like on the Qantas planes back to Australia.

It’s almost worth the outrageous cost of NYC gym membership!

So much fun!