I missed my 11:30 race over to the health club because my boss was in my doorway, bonding with me. It seemed like a better use of my time. He's a nice, entertaining guy and I can be a handful. It's nice to strengthen our interpersonal so that when I get on his last nerve, he can remember that he likes me … at least sometimes.But at 12:30 there should be another open window -- meaning I may just be able to get a locker and the use of a treadmill. Which is good I actually miss my workouts. I want to feel my heartrate go up. I want my leg muscles to feel fatigued. I want to read the December issue of O and see all the ways I could already be living my best life if only I'd picked up the magazine in a more timely fashion.
