Writer's Workshop Days One and Two

Day one was easy!

My 10 day streak started off with a lovely trip to Jazzercise with my sister at 8:30 am on Saturday. I had a large coffee before the Friday night football game, and woke up Saturday morning alert from the caffeine I enjoyed 12 hours before.  Since Day One was so easy, I thought I was off to a great start.

But, then …

Day 2 almost didn't happen. Although it should have been the easiest day – Sunday – no excuses or distractions. I woke up nice and early as the clocks fell back an hour. 6:40 am on a Sunday that has never happened before. I was going to go to the gym in the morning, but because my husband's family was in town (unexpectedly), I needed to be on-call for plans with them. So a busy morning of house cleaning was followed by a lovely family lunch.

Then, I got tired. So tired. And, it was nap time. I set my alarm clock for a reasonable nap, but hit snooze a few times. Then my husband came in to wake me.

"What about the gym?” he said.
"Not happening" I responded.
"Honey, the blog!" he encouraged.
And I said, "Oh, well" and turned over to nap a bit longer.

He left me alone and I started thinking ... I can't have my missed day happen already. I can't lie about it. I can't really think of any valid reason to miss, besides selfishness (I had a lovely evening of relaxing ahead of me). So, I got up. Put on my gym clothes. Grabbed my gym bag. And told my husband goodbye (he seemed quite surprised and said he was proud of me).

Crisis adverted. I made it to day number two. I walked into the gym feeling confident, but suddenly had an uh-oh moment. Something doesn't seem the same. Something is different. I see a suspicious looking black finger pad and scanner, and a sign that brags "Scan your finger in for your workout".

Um, this is embarrassing. I don't know what that means. Or what this black box is. Or, how long it's been a part of my gym. I have to fess up to the guy behind the desk. 

"Hi, I haven't been here in awhile, so I don't know what this log-in thing is all about.” I sheepishly admit. He walks me through the process. Now, I'm legit. He tells me the next time I come in "even if it's in a year, I can just scan myself in".  Gee, apparently he doesn't think I'll be back in the next eight days. But, I’ll show him! I'll be back!

I better be…