Playing Hooky

I am not going to the gym today. I am not going to stress out about it either.

When I was younger if I missed exercise I would feel like I had a misstep, a regret, all day long. I no longer feel that way. Yes, that little vein of doubt courses through but I am not hung up about it all day anymore. There is always tomorrow and the gym will always be there. I realize that one day is not going to make a difference.

I am fatigued and I wonder how effective would I be at the gym. I would probably just go through the motions of fitness today.

It would be easy to go into my room, put on my gym clothes and ‘Just Do It”.

But today I just don’t care. I wonder if this is part of getting older, getting sick of the same old thing. I do I get a lot accomplished when I skip the gym. By the time I drive there and back, work out, drive home and shower it is over 3 hours later in the day.

This is one of those mornings I think about going out to breakfast since I don’t have the nagging guilty exercise devil on my shoulder, whispering in my ear. I may as well go full out. But I didn’t have breakfast buddies.

One day in the elementary school during a class party I overheard a few of the moms talking about meeting for breakfast the next day. I remember going home feeling hurt that I never got asked to coffee or breakfast. I realized after my over sensitive episode that it was because I spent my mornings exercising while these ladies ate food and gossiped- and they knew I worked out. They funny thing about this is one day a few months ago one of my gym mates mentioned this very topic. She said she was sick of always coming to the gym for 20 years and never getting asked to breakfast. We had a fun conversation about it and it made the 45 minutes on the bike go quickly.

I skipped the gym, I am not a fan of big breakfasts and I am over 40. I am good with all of it-today