a change of pace…and plates

I miss walking. I used to walk everywhere in New York, plus I lived on the fourth floor of a walk-up. I never had to go to the gym because I got all the exercise I needed just going to and coming home from work everyday! But now I don’t need to walk anywhere. I was so excited to leave the city because I was going to be able to drive my car everywhere — to the grocery store, to Bed, Bath and Beyond, to Home Depot, to the mall, to all the places that were such an inconvenience to walk to in New York. It’s so easy now. I just take the elevator down three flights to the garage, get in my car, drive wherever I need to go, park by the door, and enter. It’s way too easy.

This lack of physical exertion is starting to worry me. I’m beginning to feel out of shape, which means I’m going to have to start going to the gym. I hate going to the gym. Sometimes I seriously think I may be the laziest person in the world. The small gym in our development is like 500 feet from my front door, and I’ve only been there 5 times. But I get so bored there. I don’t like to sweat, and I don’t like getting out of breath. Waa, waa, I know.

This afternoon J and I joined the JCC, and with our membership we get two free sessions with a trainer in the fitness center (the fitness center is not the only reason we joined, but it sure is nice). We immediately signed up for our first session. Tuesday afternoon I’ll be able to let you know just how out of shape I really am. But now that we’re members, we have access to “reasonably priced” tennis lessons with their two pros on staff. I’d rather play a game of tennis than go to the gym. Or any sport for that reason. Except kickball, maybe — we didn’t get too much exercise when we played down in DC, did we? We sure did drink a lot though.

The other day J and I finally changed our license plates. It was an emotionally challenging experience replacing my (sister’s) NJ plate for an NE one — especially because the first 3 letters of the new plate are PVH. The first thing that came to my mind when I saw those letters was “HPV.” Um, yeah. Could be worse, I guess. J has PUK.