I Joined The Gym

There, I did it, I joined the gym, so that's done. I got it done this morning, after we washed Brun and Otto. I don't know why I get anxious about such things, but I always seem to with things I am doing for the first time. I've joined gyms before, of course, but not that one, that's the first time bit. It is the first time I’d been in that gym. 

I don't know if that is just me, or if everyone gets anxious with such things? Does everyone else? I don't know. I can only speak for myself, of course.

Yeah, I know, of course, there is probably a spectrum of reactions from a spectrum of people. Some people would tackle new things without breaking a sweat, some people probably need therapy to get through it. I can do it, but I get nerves in my stomach and I feel out of my comfort zone.

In the end, I just have to set a course, usually at the last minute, that always seems to spur me on, you know, makes me do it, when I seemingly have no other choice left. Then I always get it done. Whatever it is? But that isn’t quite as simple, or stress free, as it sounds.

Curly Tops who led the interrogation, er, introduction was lovely. The fact that he was nice looking didn’t hurt either.

We walked the dogs to Carlton for lunch. Through the park. Thai in Lygon Street.

I even went and did a gym work out, after lunch. So, how was that?

There. Done. Girl trainer will be pleased, or at least not disappointed.

It was LouLou's birthday, so I rang her at 8am and sang her happy birthday. As the phone was ringing, I did wonder if it was too early, but then LouLou answered croaky voice and all. She said it wasn't too early, she's looking after some kids and they'd been trying to get her out of bed since 6am. 

"You are my first birthday wishes," she said. "I guess now I should get up."