So, in the spirit of trying to make myself awesomer, I went back to the gym today. I told myself all summer that the reason I wasn’t working out is because I felt bad for anyone else trying to work out who would get turned away when I filled up the babysitting quota with just my kids. Plus, since I have to pay for the kids, it would cost eight bucks a workout (in addition to my monthly dues). So, I stayed away all summer.

What I want to know is… was summer really five months long? Because that’s how long it’s been since I was there last. Some time in April. Hmmmm….

While I was there I remembered why I like going… because it makes me feel awesomer. I’m always proud of myself for going, even if I went just to shut Franklin up because he wouldn’t stop asking if we could go.

And I also remembered why I don’t like going. I get really self-conscious. Not because I everything jiggles when I walk or run, not because I look gross after sweating, but because every once in a while, I’ll catch a strong breeze filled with the odious scent of body odor. And even though I’m flanked big hairy men on each of the treadmills next to mine, I worry that the awful scent is not them, but me. Today, it was bad enough for me to have to breathe exclusively through my mouth, which made me really really thirsty really really quickly. While it was probably that big, hairy, sweaty middle-eastern dude on my right, I couldn’t be sure it wasn’t me. And I couldn’t decide which was worse… having to smell someone else, or the possibility that *I* was that incredibly stinky.