This is going to be quick, like a band aid. Just rip it off and get the worst of it over quickly.
I have come to a certain conclusion...and the evidence is perfectly clear.
Last week I blogged about how I actually got LOST on the way to the X-perience fitness, a drive that takes roughly nine minutes and covers maybe three miles.
Well that wasn't the end of it.
I went to the gym again, mostly to prove to myself that I could drive there and back without getting lost again. (Bear in mind, this a gym where I've had a membership for two years and yes, I have gone quite often. Not recently, my attendance has been spotty, but I've been there enough to know how to get there.) I had a lovely little workout in the pool, where I walk/swim laps with the rest of the geriatric folk who are plagued with arthritis.
When I got back in the car there was a text from Hubby who was working at home that day and wanted an iced coffee from the new Caribou/Einstein Brothers place. I hadn't eaten lunch so the idea of stopping for a quick bite and some iced coffee was a good one. I got in the Cube and headed out of the parking lot.
I then drove for at least two miles, looking, looking, looking, for the eatery. Granted the NEW place hasn't been open long, but we've been there at least four times in the last six weeks. (I love me my bagels and schmear.)
Don't ask me how long it took for me to remember one key about where the bagel/coffee place was. the answer is: TOO LONG. I took a moment, in the process of a U-turn, to bang my head on the steering wheel.
|See the sign? That's outside the coffee place. See|
the brown roof to the far left, next to the Rogan's Shoes?
Yeah, that's my gym.
Therefore, my friends, I can only surmise this: Going to the gym makes me STUPID.