The after-work plan was to go to the gym. Based on my membership app, it is the last active day of my current membership. Yesterday was lucky with the favorite treadmill availability, and the legs were feeling a bit smoked from recent walks at a fast pace. Laundry was done on Sunday so the tee shirts are fresh and ready.
The plan was set. Log-off the remote computer at 5:00. Trot upstairs and change
into gym clothes. Go to the gym. Return home for a supper of a chopped veggie
salad. It was all pretty simple and straightforward.
The commute from the home office took me through the kitchen, past the counter with the
avocado that was bought on Saturday when it was still hard (strategic decision). I
grabbed it and gave it a gentle squeeze. It was ripe. All plans were off.
The avocado made me do it. |
There was no visit to the gym. The fitness tracker watch
shows a pathetically low step count of 1,118 for the day. But the belly was full
and happy with rice and beans and stuff. After the much heavier than a light salad
supper, it was out to the deck in the evening air to read for a while.
Tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow after work I’ll get to the gym and renew the
membership and log some steps in air-conditioned comfort. Or mow the lawn, which is suddenly looking like it could use a
trim. Or, if I get all wild and crazy and channel my dormant and stifled beast
mode, it could be the gym followed by mowing the yard after.
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