About this morning…

Okay so I just practically broke into a run on my way home from the gym – but I didn’t – because it might have looked even worse

So I couldn’t find the keys this morning to drive to the gym and I looked in Charlie’s room but he and his girl were sleeping and it was weird so I just closed my eyes and stumbled back out and resigned myself to not going but then I though how stupid is that. I mean I can just walk. It’s exercise. So that’s what I did. It was very dark though, and slightly creepy through the schoolyard but it was lighter on my way home, of course, although still very early. It’s garbage day in our neighbourhood and all kinds of sleepyheads were rolling their bins down their driveways and there I was and I suddenly thought of an old joke.

Q: What does a Scarborough girl do first thing in the morning?

A: Go home

Filarious right?

Go home!!

LOL!!

And then it dawned on me, if you will, and suddenly I knew exactly how it looked

First you gotta understand I am not one of those people - if they even exist - who dress up for the gym. Usually it’s just me and Mike there so early anyway and he doesn’t give a shit either.

Sometimes it might even look like I slept in my shirt, and for good reason, too

So there I was. Walking home at dawn. Flushed. Sweaty. Squinty. Dirty. Slept-in clothing. A rat in my hair the size of a rat.

And a bag over my shoulder which contained my boots but looked like it was full of yesterday

I mean I saw the funny side all right, but still I endured the cross-humiliation of my actual appearance and also how things must have appeared to my neighbours.

And then I remembered this great commercial from long ago.

Watch it. It’s so worth it.