Change Is Good. Like Quarters. Who Doesn't Like Quarters?

I finally joined the gym around here. Those that know me know that this is not a normal occurrence. Me? Physical exertion? The sweatpants uniform of the health oriented? It is a strange idea indeed. And although I find the sneakers rather confining, my minor brush with the military did leave me with the knowledge that the gym isn't such a wretched place once your trainer loses interest in you and I remember the refreshing post-workout feeling from the swim team days.
Not to worry, of course, I still eat constantly and maintain a healthy dose of internet bathing. But I have been taken in by the allure of lap swimming. I still don't do anything more than a strenuous walk on a treadmill because I hate the idea that I am wearing down cartilage as well as the ugly thudding sound one's feet make whilst running. Since this town is the size of a very small place I see people I know at the gym, too. gym gym gym. A geriatric but spry old man who is in a club with me, an ex coworker, casual town acquaintances, people who know my sisters, and an assortment of others. It's fun.
Otherwise I am frantically (okay, not as frantically as I should be) trying to beat the world into submission and get my CA/UT trip planned. Driving around earlier today I was struck with some weird homesickness. There are some good memories there. Bad ones too, and memories of boredom on end. Basically just nostalgia. Part of me is worried that I will get really homesick when I have to leave. But I have some roots on this side now. It's weird, having multiple allegiances. Things I love back home, but things I am getting more and more fond of here.

Labels: California, Gym, Wedding

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

. ( 14.2.07 ) .