It’s only February and us east-coasters have already been slammed with eight (8!!!) snow/ice/hail storms. This is not ok, for more than 8 reasons–two of which include my lack of motivation and my inability to run outside. I, like Jack Johnson, firmly believe that when it’s raining (or snowing or sleeting), there ain’t no need to go outside. Maybe we should all sleep in, make banana pancakes and pretend like it’s the weekend now.
Alas, the news never stops, and I picked the wrong industry to work in if I think there’s ever any hope of getting an adult snow day. Sigh…there are worse things in life.
In attempt to ward off the winter blues, I finally gave in and joined a gym. Fortunately, the snow banks aligned–the gym around the corner from my new digs offered a New Year’s membership deal and my parents decided to gift me a year of fitness for my birthday. Never one for the treadmill, I am still getting used to the idea of packing a bag with a padlock and headphones, rather than simply lacing up my Mizunos.
Surprisingly enough, it’s not so bad. I’ll run when I can, and when the weather gets in the way, I’ll take advantage of the spin classes, flatscreen TVs, and steam room my new gym has to offer. After all, I’ve got one more week until my 24th birthday, and I don’t plan on kicking off my 25th year of life with an extra hibernation layer.
We’ve all had enough of winter, and fortunately Mr. Groundhog did not see his shadow this morning, so with any luck, spring is right around the corner. Even more reason to get up and get moving! Those sundresses are waiting.
