the midnight of Leo Sayer
I’m a slow starter. You hear that, potential employers Googling me looking for an excuse not to hire me? I am a slow starter.
But once I get moving on a project, I’m jets blazing out the back of my butt, I’m moving so fast.
Potential employers will never know that about me since they stopped reading at the end of sentence two. So it’s just you and me talking here.
My friend Flood sent me an email months and months ago suggesting I try the couch-to-5k program to get me off the couch (okay, okay, out of the bed) and into a regular exercise habit. When she first sent the email, I had a three-year-old who never left my side and his stroller had a broken pivot wheel and maybe I’d wait until summer when the older kids are home to watch the baby. I may or may not have been shopping online for new pillows.
The older kids were soon enough out of school and home to watch the baby, but I wanted to start the program alone. No kid company on my walks! So it was better to wait until the summer was over and the older kids were back in school and the three-year-old started preschool.
- Before I could find my running pants and my running shoes, the baby’s new preschool infected him with the Bubonic plague and here I was again at home with a baby on my hip
- Once the plague passed through and I was once again at home by myself, I had to mentally prepare my body for running by reading the Daily Internet
- Loads and loads of laundry unearthed my running gear
- Shut up. I only have one pair of running pants that fit. I outgrew my shorts and cute skirts 50 lbs ago
- Then I just didn’t feel like it anymore. My grandmothers never exercised a day in their lives and they were wonderful people. Waking up at the crack of dawn to clean house, make meals in actual ovens, care for large families and run other people’s errands doesn’t count
- After finding half a cookie in my fat folds three days after we’d run out of cookies, I changed my mind again
- And decided to give up my daily cocktails
- So now I’m detoxing from the cocktails, it’s been two days
While reading my Internet, I searched for the best way to break a daily habit. One of the suggestions was a B-12 vitamin for some reason I’ve now forgotten, so, in my butt-blazing phase of alcohol detox, I gobbled a children’s multi-vitamin at 11 p.m.
And that’s where Leo Sayer comes in. Playing in my iPod’s shuffle as I realized I was probably awake for the rest of the night. Taking me back to hitching a ride with my work-at-home dad to Garden Villas Elementary School. Reminding me with a giggle my husband was born two years after my sixth grade graduation.
So it was no great shocker the answer was “who’s Leo Sayer?” when I asked the love of my life on a road trip if he liked to sing Leo Sayer at the top of his lungs like I do. Or maybe I was asking him permission to sing Leo Sayer at the top of my lungs because the opening chords of “When I Need You” compel me to do that, people in the room be damned.
Taking Leo with me, jets blazing out my butt, when I finally run out of excuses and into the streets. Breaking your daily bad habits in comments…