Dirty Laundry

I hate doing laundry. If my income was disposable, I would donate yesterday’s clothes and purchase all new ones. Ask anyone I have lived with and they will tell you. At 22 you would think that keeping your laundry caught up on would be simple. No. Not for me. I’m not sure what it is, but doing my laundry falls to the bottom of the list every day. I would rather clean the bathroom, mop the kitchen floor, or pick up dog poop. Well maybe not pick up after the dog, but I think you get the picture. In the life of Serene, laundry sucks. But it has to get done, doesn’t it? My room is knee deep in laundry and this afternoon I decided that was enough. I got a wild hair and decided it was time to give in (for the sake of my roommate’s sense of smell) and do some laundry.

As I started to put the first load into the basket my body reminded me of my morning. I’m not really sure how I did it, but I convinced four friends to join me on my workout today. My trainer, Lana, at The Ridge in Bozeman was teaching a class called “Cycle Pump” and was expecting me. The name “Cycle Pump” is missing a few key descriptive words that I’m not going to include them either because if I did, none of you would ever go. I’m pretty sure my friend wearing the bright pink spandex thought it was going to equivalent to Sit and Be Fit and boy was she shocked! A mixture of loud fast music and Lana’s voice is still beating in my head. “Faster, harder, off the bike, on the bike, lift the weights, set them down. Is your heart rate up?” Yes Lana, my heart rate was up within the first five minutes on the bike before we even started class.

Although class this morning was a few miles above difficult it was so much fun to have four of my closest friends to work out with. As far as my dirty laundry? Well it was pretty difficult to pick up the basket and walk down the stairs to the laundry room without every muscle in my body screaming the name of Lana. Does anyone know where I can take a bath of Icy Hot?

One Less Day