Back On the Wagon, In the Saddle, and Whatnot

Sooooo I haven't done bootcamp since Thanksgiving. I've thought about it a lot. And I've said I was going a lot. And I've even dreamt about it. But I haven't been.

Since 2008 is going to unveil the new line of Nobody, I knew I had to get my butt back to the Y. I have been there a few times to work out and swim, but I haven't done bootcamp. So, I started getting the kids ready, fed, nagged, threatened, and clothed at 8 and made it to the Y (which is 30 seconds away, in case you missed that the 327 other times I've mentioned it) by 9:15. SUPERSTAR! I was all geared up to haul my fat butt into bootcamp late, but when I got there, it was totally packed and people were doing push ups on the hard floor because there weren't even mats for everyone. I can't do push ups on the hard floor. Oh wait, I can't do push ups at all. Like a mat can fix that!

I walked in, turned around, and walked out. But I didn't leave. I took my new best friend:

I can't even begin to tell you how much I love this little device. Jay has a list of favorites on it, so I don't have to listen to his crap selections if I don't want to. I even made a playlist for the kids, if we are ever stuck in a waiting room somewhere. But, the be all end all, why this little silver thing is my new best friends, it because currently, it holds 10 episodes of The Office on it. 10 episodes I didn't get to watch last Winter/Spring when life was a little too hectic. It's beautiful. I watched Phyllis' Wedding today. I was the sweaty nutjob on the treadmill who kept laughing out loud.

I can't believe something so tiny can do so much.
I'm like, it's antithesis.

So, after a few rounds with the treadmill (rounds because any combination of me with an exercise machine is a fight) I headed off to the sauna to de-tox and de-stress. At the drinking fountain I bumped into a fellow bootcamper. A nice Lutheran minister that I've chatted with a few different times. So, by gym standards, we're pretty tight.

He said, "Hey there! Where have you BEEN!?" He seemed to genuinely care. I wished so desperately I had a good reason. Deployed. Disabled. Dead. I had nothing. But I said, "Aw man, I just fell off the wagon." Now, anyone who has known me in real life for more than maybe, oh, two minutes, would know that's just how I talk. I often misuse phrases, cliches, and whatnot. I also like to throw in unnecessary words. Like whatnot. Heretofore. Etc, etc, etc.

Well, since gym friendships aren't really real life, I did not have that safe place to be myself. He stared at me. Concern crossed his face. Then confusion. Then I think he started to pray silently to himself. Either for me and my drinking problem with 3 impressionable children in the home, or for himself that he could think of something tactful to say to end our conversation fast.

As I watched the progression of expressions cross his face, "Public, PC, Non-Nutty Nobody" kicked in inside my head. And I quickly said, "Oh, I just mean life got so hectic. My daughter broke her leg and hauling her and a baby through the ice and snow most days was just more than I was willing to deal with. Plus, you know, the Vodka."

That was so much easier for him to process and we're totally still friends. Probably best gym friends forever. Until the next time I fall off the wagon. ANY wagon.

Since I had a different blog address this time last year, I'm going to be importing some old posts into this blog so I can do a review of 2007. I love to read other's reviews, and I love myself, so I think this works out to be a perfect combination.

But for now, there's a little 7 month old (TODAY!) crawling through my kitchen looking for something, anything, even an old chicken bone would do, to eat.

He's so cute when he's not needy.