I normally do not go to the gym on Wednesdays, because I have a two hour rehearsal for the church choir and it is too hard to fit in a workout, shower, take care of the pets, and make and eat dinner in the 3 1/2 hours in between work and rehearsal. Since I’m on Spring Break, I entertained the idea of making an exception, but other things came up. Darn.
First off, I had hoped to get some quality girl time with one of my besties, Jaime this week. Readers from the beginning of this blog when it was about traveling with Freckles may remember her as the hero who stepped up when my house sitter cancelled at the last minute and as the one who convinced me to buy the battery charger/jump starter that saved my tail in the wilds of Washington state. Our schedules did not match up for a whole day, but we were able to fit in a last minute brunch. We talked and, as usual, she got my wheels turning about getting organized and setting up a creative space in my house. We both have great ideas for my house, but I’m going to need to win the lottery to do most of them.
We parted ways and I still found myself in the rarest of rare moods: the mood to clean and organize my house. Organization is the cornerstone to being good at my job, so I have a tendency to expend a lot of that energy at work. Plus, my organizational style is to tear it all apart and rebuild, so that takes a major time commitment.
I had thought about making a spare bedroom the place for my sewing stuff. I am a 10 year 4-H-er and clothing was the only category my mom required all of us girls to do every year. I have all the stuff to sew and I enjoy it once I get past the cutting out stage, but that spare room was so full of stuff that I just never do it. I had an epiphany to make the basement my creative space. It has not flooded in a while and as long as I keep the sewing machine pedal on the table when I’m not using it, then it SHOULD be safe. Weirdly enough, my basement is the room in my house that gets the most natural light so maybe I can finally make that space useful.
The big obstacles in the basement are an elliptical that appears to work, but the tension cannot be adjusted anymore and a treadmill that is stuck on the highest incline. Both of these met their dooms in separate basement floods. Both are really hard to get out of the basement and they both almost work, so I contacted a repairman to see if they are repairable. The elliptical would be low impact cardio for me and the treadmill will be for Freckles. I am not the most high energy person and I detest cold weather, so I had trained Freckles to run on the treadmill. She loved it. Even though the treadmill has been out of commission for a couple of years, whenever I go to the basement she’ll jump on and look at me longingly. So, I’m hoping to help my sweet girl get her beagle on and run. The question is will repairing it cost more than what I paid to buy it.
So instead of going to the gym, I cleaned the basement. I am not sure whether to be proud of myself for being a responsible adult or ashamed that I found an elaborate way to avoid working out.
Oh well, at least this avoidance strategy had a pay off instead of my normal avoidance strategy of working on my couch’s butt groove.