The Metamorphosis

Jamie Rubin woke from a night of restless dreams to find himself transformed in his bed into a giant idiot.

I was up at 4:30 AM, ate breakfast and eagerly got ready to head into work and into the gym. I practically whistled through breakfast because I leave the office at 10 AM today and begin my mini-vacation in Orlando. I went through my normal routine, threw a hand towel into my gym bag (which I’d forgotten to do last night) and headed for the train station at about 4:50 AM.

After I had parked the car at the metro station and was about to get out, I realized that I had left my gym bag at home. This posed several problems. If I went back to get my gym bag, I would barely have enough time to get in a full workout before I had to head into the office. If I didn’t get my gym bag, it wouldn’t be practical to do a workout because I didn’t have my lock for my locker, not to mention a change of clothes to wear after, or a towel with which to dry myself after a shower. I could have kicked myself.

So I headed down to the platform, deciding that the only practical course was to skip my cardio workout this morning. Even so, I feel kind of ridiculous sitting here in the office in sweats and a t-shirt, which, even for the casual atmopshere of my company, is a bit too casual. On the bright side, I figure I can make it up with all of the walking and other activities I’ll be doing in Orlando. But it also means that I must get to the hotel gym Thursday, Friday and Saturday. (Maybe I can even sneak a workout in tonight.)