Apparently the fates are conspiring to prevent me from exercising. I thought tonight would be a pleasant evening to take a walk (despite the return of humidity to the region--I guess it's summer now; it's not bad yet, but you notice it), so after bumming around the apartment for a while, I changed into the appropriate clothing. Then came the debate: How to carry my keys and license? There's a great trail not far from my apartment, but I prefer driving there, and since I already walked the bit closest to me on Sunday, I thought I'd check out the path a bit further down. I remembered a freebie that I had gotten that I could clip my keys to, then clip that to my pants (which, needless to say, don't have pockets). And I could put my license in my shoe.
I take two steps outside and the clippie thing completely fell apart. Typical. So I decide to just stick my car key in my bra strap and continue on my way. I get to where I want to get on the trail and pull into a parking spot. It's then that I notice that the trail is on the other side of the creek that the trail parallels. And the bridge by the small parking lot? Out of service (i.e., no longer actually there). I wander along the road for a while to see if I can cross somewhere; nope. So I go the other way to where I can take a road across the creek. While on that road (which is maybe 50 yards from the parking lot), I realize that I no longer feel my license in my shoe. Nope, not there.
Naturally I start freaking out a bit, but decide to retrace my steps. And yes, I did finally find it--right around where I turned around after not finding a place to cross the creek. By this time, I've blown about 10 minutes in meandering and I discourage easily when it comes to exercise (plus my iPod is broken, so I've been using a CD player, which is just obnoxious at this point). So I came home.
I tried! Why does God not want me to exercise?
Posted by Barb at May 10, 2007 07:14 PM | TrackBack