After my big day at Epcot, the sister and I headed back to the abode, and finished off the night with a viewing of the Rock Horror Picture Show, which I haven’t seen in years, and yet I could sing almost every number.
So the next day, I headed to the airport to go to Atlanta to visit a friend for her housewarming. Number 1, I flew on something called Silver Airways, which I’d never heard of. Number 2, the plane looked like a toy. I’m not kidding. After waiting forever in security, and sprinting, once again to my gate (thank you Lord for running), I was directed out directly onto the tarmac, where I was met with this.
I boarded the flight and felt comfortable that, should my life end, that I’d lived a full and good life.
Finally, I made it to Atlanta, and in search of a gym because it was wayyyyy too cold for my Raynaud’s behind to be running out, I found a Fitness 19.
The best part of being at a gym where no one will recognize you is that you can kind of do what you want. I ran. I lifted. Hard. I did a few hip-opening stretches. And I got hit on by a guy who’d skipped one too many leg days. Yikes. But I left feeling like the soreness would be delicious (anyone else like being sore?), and had a blast for the rest of my time in Atlanta.
Today, I’m thankful to be home, and ready to start a fresh new week. What are you looking forward to this week?
I’m looking forward to looking at a few houses in Raleigh with hopes of moving on soon from apartment living. Here’s hoping!