I know that all I have been blogging about lately is the gym, but I can't help it. I never understood people when they claimed to be addicted to the gym. I now know and think it may be an obsession. I actually went twice yesterday. Let me explain, though. I went on my way home from work to get in a quickie on the elliptical and to not have to drag the kids there later. When we finished dinner early last night, LF asked if we could go to the gym. Hub wanted to run anyway and I thought I would just soak in the hot tub. What I actually did was abdominal crunches and a uphill, slow walk on the treadmill.
This is where I had a revelation. Kind of.
As I walked next to Hub who was running next to me, I noticed that he changed his time counter. Instead of it counting how much time was left in the workout, his was counting up to tell how much time has past.
I like to see that I only have 10 minutes to go. And I know that I could just remind myself at the 20 minute mark...10 more minutes and done. But I like to see it in bright red and seconds still counting down.
So which one of us is half empty and which is half full?
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