There’SNOW Place Like Home
I’m grounded. Between the snow and the forecast, the master of the house says “stay.” That’s a tough call for him to make, because he hates being alone even more than I, but we can’t drive together since I need to be back to get the Jeep inspected this weekend.
The original plan was to go with Kurt back to Coshocton, Ohio for two of his four days he has to work. I was excited to hit the gym for a couple really hard days of weights, and we were both looking forward to our evenings of Druzgal Olympics (I’ll explain that tomorrow).
I’m happy not to make the 2.5 hour drive, but really upset over not having a gym for another week. I’ve been doing my daily hour of cardio on the treadmill, but I’m just *pants at free weights. (That phrase is courtesy of my friend CrazyTrain, a fellow blogger.)
There isn’t a gym within 30 minutes of the house that allows a pay-by-day pass and I can’t get a second gym membership.
I welcome suggestions from my fitness friends on good weight training on both arms and legs with nothing but weights and the inside and outside of a house in the snowy woods.
Seriously, bring it on. I could use a good challenge to keep my mind off my next four days of separation anxiety until Kurt returns.
*”pants” – adjective. British slang. Not good; total crap; nonsense; rubbish; bad