N.A. and I haven't seen one another since New Years (more on THAT later). I think it's pretty obvious that I'm at an all time endorphin low.
Sure, I have chocolate. (Oh, sweet chemistry gods do I have chocolate.)
Yes, I could exercise. Currently, my exercise regime (haha..like I can really call it that) consists of my morning walk to work, excessive hopping and pacing during lecture, and afternoon post-coffee and liter of water sprints to the bathroom.
I haven't been to the gym since I defended my thesis.
I could blame the fact that I'm at work 12 hours a day and then come home for several more hours of grading.
But really, there is only one reason I haven't been skipping out for a noon workout: the showers are communal.
I'm not talking about little cubicles that require flip-flops.
I'm talking about one big room, 12 shower heads, and lots o' naked people.
Call me a prude, but I do NOT need to shower amongst my students. They do not need to see the state of my cellulite, lack of attention to my um...lady garden... or my tattoo.
(And don't even try to tell me that they won't notice or care. Because although I know they won't whip out their cell phones, I know I'll never hear the end of my Tinkerbell tat*)
So should I chalk this up to the ole UR list of neuroses, or would you balk at having to shower amongst the younguns?
*come on, do you REALLY think I'd have a Tinkerbell tattoo?
