remember your towel
I enjoyed a great workout this morning. One of the perks of living in Highlands Ranch is membership at the local recreation centers. My routine: walk five laps (a half-mile), hit the elliptical machine for 25 minutes, and then do a series of weight machines. It makes for a good sweat. On weekdays, I’ll drop Hannah off at school and be at the gym by 7:30 … workout … shower … and head for the office. Not too complicated.
Except when you forget your towel.
That’s when it gets complicated. As I was unpacking my work clothes, I noticed one glaring absence — my towel. I had packed everything but a towel (shampoo … check!). As I’m unpacking I’m weighing my options: go back home and get a towel. Ruled that out because I was already there. Second option: workout and get dressed without showering. That would be unfair to my co-workers. That left the only viable option: workout, shower, and dry off with paper towels.
I’m not proud. I’d rather be dry than wet. The paper towel dispensers at the gym are the kind that spit out a pitiful amount of towels, causing me to tear off a bunch of individual towels.
But I was dry and dressed for work!
Isn’t it interesting how we can forget something so basic to the task at hand? That happens a lot in life. Husbands forget to say “thank you” for dinner. Bosses handout assignments but no road maps or expectations.
But I promise you one thing — I probably won’t forget my towel again.
