I have reacquainted myself with the ol' neighborhood 24 hour facility lately. It was either that or take up the lucrative offer to be Draper's "Sumo of the Year." And while the actual workout is rather refreshing (blackouts and dizziness notwithstanding), I have found another unexpected challenge each time I blaze my early morning trail to the Stair Masters.
Turns out I have a difficult time remembering everything I need to take with me for the rest of my day. Almost without exception something is left behind. I then map out in my head how to adapt and improvise. As an example, I forgot dark socks. Since I go to work directly after my workout, I think how to get around my newly found deficit. In the case of the dark socks, I had to make a trip to Mr Mac for three new pair (Gold Toe Specials).
I have also forgot a towel (drip dry), brush (finger comb), hair treatment (Gene Wilder hair day), and a belt (don't try running for the train). This week was special. I forgot my pants. That's a deal killer. I had them all laid out the night before, and left them in their designated spot. I didn't realize it until after returning from a 10 minute steam. I had to wear my regular shirt with my now moist gym trunks back home.
I didn't used to have this problem. I doesn't help that I have to plan out for the whole day, but it shouldn't be that hard to do. Hopefully it will get better as I go along. That's ok if it doesn't. At least I will be off of the Sumo radar. Ok then.
