Well, in a way, it has happended, but I'm refusing to see the streak as broken, even though tonight was probably more of a symbolic victory than an actual one.
As I packed this morning, I looked at my walking shoes, and at my canvas shoes, not sure which pair I would take, and put off the decision til I had the rest of the suitcase packed. You guessed it, I forgot to pack either pair. I was so busy today I had time only to give glancing thoughts to it here and there, but I had pretty much decided to walk in my very uncomfortable sandals if I had to. But after a full day of work, I just didn't have the energy. The woman checking me in brightly pointed me to the business center, the ice machines...and the fitness center. The fitness center, of course! Why hadn't I thought of that?
So I got down there at almost 8:45, and immediately got onto the one and only treadmill. In my bare feet. The floor of it was rubber, with thin vertical grooves kind of like cordoroy, and I knew there would be hell to pay tomorrow. I stayed on it for 30 minutes and that's all I could take. I could feel the grooves wearing into the pads of my feet, which felt bright-hot. So I switched to the bicycle for about 20 minutes, which was easier on my feet, but boring and hard -- biking works a whole different set of muscles.
Here's where the "symbolic victory" figures in: after I gave up on the bike, I got onto the Total Gym-type apparatus, and did some weights for both arms and legs. Then I got down on the floor and did three sets of leg lifts on each side, and two sets of pushups. Girl pushups. Then I walked three flights up to my room, came down and walked three sets up again. In other words, I did the best I could with what I had on this particular night.
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It wasn't until I was almost done that I spotted the sign on the wall. Good thing no one came in to check on me.
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