I had been going to the gym everyday until we moved from the hotel to this apartment on Jan 1st. The gym was closed on Jan 1 so I didn’t go.
On Jan 2nd I thought I’d trek the 30-minute walk to the gym using side roads and cut my time. I walked for about 3 hrs totally lost. I couldn’t take a rickshaw because I didn’t have any small change… and they wouldn’t change a “large” bill (worth about $8) for a 50 cent ride. Also, I didn’t know the addresses of the our apartment, of the gym, or of the Yoga Shala. The gym is near a Subway Sandwich shop (like in the States) and a little mall (big for this area)…. but people on the street which direction to go to get to these locations, I drew blanks from everyone. Finally some guy on a motorcycle stopped when he saw me and communicated that he saw me doing balloons the day before somewhere. I asked if he could point me in the direction of my destinations…. no. I asked if he could point me in the direction of where he saw me doing balloons…. still no. I made him a balloon hat and continued being lost. I never got to work out at the gym that day.
Jan 3 I woke up with a stomach bug, so skipped the gym again.
Jan 4th (today) I was determined to get to the gym. Annie felt uncomfortable walking to her yoga class alone in the dark… so I walked her to the shalt and continued walking to the gym in the dark… the way I was sure of. I made it there by 6:30am (the half hour I figured it would take me). What I didn’t know was the gym doesn’t open that early (I thought they told me 6am-11pm). There were no places open for coffee or breakfast in the area. I thought I might go into the mall that was across the street… but a security guard shooed me away. I asked when they opened… 8? 9?…. He said, 10am. I wasn’t in the mood to hang around so walked back to the hotel.
Tomorrow Annie’s yoga class begins about 8 or 8:30am, so I’ll leave for my gym later and should get my first workout of the year.