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This blog is not about religion, but I have to preface today's posting by saying I was raised Catholic, so I have a bit of guilt about its real subject:
Going to the gym on Sunday mornings is the absolute best!
Here's why:
- I got to sleep in (until 6!)
- I still got the whole pool to myself
- Post-swim, I got to Wegman's to get groceries and was home by 9:15
If you are at all familiar with the Wegman's in Fairfax, you will know that this last bit may be the most important part. That place is a madhouse of competitive grocery wrangling. On my way in the place at 8, a woman was walking out and as she passed me she confided: "It's not too bad yet."
I'm serious, that happened.
And it wasn't too bad, especially because I was chock full of swim endorphins and once I got a cup of coffee, I was so full of joy that the Holy Spirit may as well have been walking along next to me. (And, because I was raised Catholic, I do feel like the He might have really been there. At least a guardian angel.)
I ran past our church this morning, so I know what you mean about guilt.
ReplyDeleteWe have three Wegmans in my neck of the woods. They are always packed. You'd thing the other stores would learn.