Here's the problem: I have every intention of going to the gym after work. And, on my way to the train at 7am, gym bag happily swinging from my shoulder--stuffed with all sorts of gym-type-necessities, I merrily think to myself how nice a run sounds. By 5pm, the run doesn't sound so nice any more.
So I have this new fun tradition. I pack the gym bag. I bring it to work. I leave it there at the end of the day, promising myself that I will go tomorrow. The next day, though, yoga or whatnot is not an option, so now I bring another bag with my running sneakers. And I persist in my leaving of the gym bag at work, for just one more day.
Today I was really gonna go. Yeah. That didn't happen.
The last couple weeks I tried this new plan, which actually kind of worked. You see, even if I leave the school building intending to follow through, the train ride home, ever so persuasive and cunning, convinces me that the gym is not a good option. Knowing this, I have taken to telling one of my students on the way out that I am going to the gym. What's more, I tell them that they should ask me the next day if I indeed did go, and if not, their entire class gets a free homework pass.
Yes, that's the sort of teacher I am. I would rather go to work out at the end of an exhausting day than to give a whole class of ninth graders a free homework. Is this a fact to be proud or ashamed of? It is not entirely clear to me...
I am home now. My gym bag, with all its potential gym goodness, came home with me. Not sure whether dim sum or running will win out this weekend, but it seemed a wise idea to have the gym shoes at home just in case. Le sigh.