Two seconds after the alarm blared out of the clock radio he was up and out of bed. With uncharacteristic decision he made his way to the bathroom and performed all the necessaries within 5 minutes, then dressed for the gym.
Walking down the stairs he mentally reviewed the exercise program he had laid out for the week. This was an aerobics day, and as such that meant he would be spending at least 20 minutes on the treadmill, or maybe the elliptical-cross-country-skiing machine - whichever one was freed up near a television that was tuned to a sports channel.
Kill two birds with one stone that way, exercise and infotainment.
He also would have to factor in whether Talky McTalkerton was at the gym when he walked in. Her presence, while not offensive, certainly could be annoying, and he really didn't want to hear about her or any of her friends problems, health issues, or latest indulgences.
Just wanted to exercise and see some highlights from yesterdays' games, that's all.
If Talky was there, he would have to hope she either didn't see him or was talking to the chatbrat bunch in the express workout area.
He really hated to be rude, but if she approached him he had already told himself he was going to tell her he had no time to listen to her today as he had to get his thoughts organized for a big meeting he had to attend later that day.
That was about as rude as he could stomach himself being.
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas San Diego, Ca. March 2012
Eddie Arana, Rick Thibodeau, & Chris Bakunas at Luche Libre Taco Shop in San Diego, March 2012
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