Yesterday, I went to the office gym after work for the first time in about a hundred years.
Of course, I'm feeling it ("it" being Delayed Onset Muscle Soreness) today.
Since it had been so long, I had just about forgotten my lock's combination. I tried a few permutations in the parking lot, but I was transposing some numbers.
Anyway, I was just about to bag it and go home, but then I stopped and realized that not going to the gym just because I had forgotten my combination was fucking stupid.
If it was, say, the McBurney YMCA in Manhattan, or for that matter, any other gym that wasn't at the office, it would have been dumb to not lock everything up, but I wasn't too worried about the office gym.
Anyway, I locked my valuables (except my car keys, whew) in the car, and went in.
I think it was the sense memory or my lizard brain, but I suddenly remembered the correct combination and was able to go through my lackluster workout.
By the way, carpeting in the dressing area of the locker room: Points for aesthetics, comfort, and acoustics, but it's just not working. The locker room really smells like... a locker room.
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