I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, the way I don’t believe in Truth or Dare (as in: I am no more or less likely to do something because I am dared to do so, or because it is January 1st). So it has nothing to do with December ending that I am considering joining the Evanston Athletic Club. It has to do with other considerations, like the fact that:
1) this year, I was transfered to the Freshman campus of the high school at which I am employed, and it does not have a Faculty Workout Room. (And yes, I did use the Faculty Workout Room at the other campus last year; obsessively; like, to the extent that the other teachers called me “hard core”.)
2) I got winded walking up to the top of the balcony at the United Center last night (where I watched the Blackhawks beat the Predators, and then missed the last 1 1/2 minutes of the game to take my daughters to the bathroom, thereby missing what yosefblog has called “the greatest hockey fight he has ever seen”).
3) my daughters have taken to calling me “squishy Mommy”.
Here’s to a new year filled with Cardio Funk and Spinning classes (and the DQ Blizzards I’ll reward myself with by participating in them).
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