I was driving to the gym, when I realized that I had forgotten to pack my headphones.
This is a big deal, since I do have a selection of workout music.
Driving along I-35, I had a choice to either forego the gym and go home or go to the gym and suffer through my workout without my tunes.
While stuck in traffic I debated with myself as to why I should skip one more day.
I argued with myself, "I did lift boxes and mowed the yard this weekend, and I did drive between Austin and Midland through torrential rain and wind. That was a workout."
It's hard to avoid the gym, since the exit I take also leads home.
Good sense won the debate. I couldn't let headphones be the only reason to skip the gym. Plus, that only gave me one day this week I know I'll be able to workout since my son has a dentist appointment on Thursday and god-forbid I work out on Friday--it's fun-day.
I found a decent parking spot at the gym. "Perhaps my gym experience won't be that bad," I thought to myself.
As I walked into the building, Brandy by Looking Glass was playing over the intercom.
"God, I wish I had my headphones."