Monday, September 24, 2012
"We've missed you"
So began the email I received this morning from my health club. Well, I miss them, too.
Over the summer I suffered so through the heat that those months had a sense of unreality to them. I intended to start again anew after Labor Day, but then my mom got sick and died. So here it is, September 24, and yet it feels like August 54th.
I want to go back. I want to work out at least three times this week. You know, I swam laps when I was staying in a Best Western in Madison, visiting my mom in the hospital. I remember how good that physical exertion felt. I think I'll sleep better and feel more alert if I can get back into working out.