Today was really, really hard. After getting to bed late after overtime, being woken often by much-crazier-than-usual cats, and getting up early to go to a meeting, I was exhausted and had less time than usual. I sat in the living room, staring at the shovelglove with glazed eyes, cats bumping against my legs for the attention they didn't get yesterday, arguing with myself.
"It seems like people do four or even three day weeks, I could do that for now, I'm starting slowly after all..."
"But you're trying to build a habit! What, you'll come up with a new excuse daily?"
"No, but - I can do it this evening after work."
"Riiight. After another three hours of overtime, you'll come home and do calisthenics. Ha."
"Well, I don't think I even have fourteen minutes left this morning."
"Not even one week! You can't make it
one week without compromising?"
"Augh! Fine! I'll take it to work!"
Well, that left me with other questions - do I SG in the parking lot and risk being found by a security guy? "No, sir, I wasn't going to smash that windshield there, honest." On the other hand, I could claim it's self-defense for the perverts arrested every other month. Hmm. Do I SG in the stairwell during a break and risk being found by someone who'd think I was on the verge of going postal? "It's a workout program! Really! My, what a lovely shade of pink this slip is." I eventually chose the stairwell, because I'd rather be fired than arrested, in general, and now I sit with the shovelglove under my desk. Let me tell you, nothing - I mean nothing - boosts your heart rate like a workout with possible major life consequences. Also, I can swing a sledgehammer in high heels. Ha.
Fitting SG in each morning is going to be so much easier now that I know the mortifying consequences.
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