Being Busy

There were days when I just slept for the weekends. I don’t even remember the last time I slept for an hour during the day. All these days, it’s been late night sleeping, and waking up early, trying to beat the morning traffic to the office. The one good thing about being busy: you are never bored. You are either doing something or sleeping. Your brain is either working or sleeping. It never rests.

I love being busy, as compared to lying on the couch the whole day, and watching those eternally repeating movies on TV. The only time I am relatively less busy is when I am commuting. My commute to the office is about 50 minutes one way. That 100 minutes daily, is the time when I do a lot of thinking, singing and sitting. Oh, and sometimes, just waiting at the red lights, praying and pleading to God to let me move on.

But I also know someone personally who is busier than me. I envy her. Her days are more interesting than mine, or so I feel. She doesn’t tell, but I can feel it. As much I hate going out and getting stuck in the traffic, she loves all the time that she gets to spend at home.

She sleeps as much as she wants. She doesn’t want to sleepy at all, but when she sleeps, even the loudest noises on earth can’t make her turn over. Her days are not monotonous, each day is new experience for her.

Here I am, trying to catch up on all my missed gym routines, sitting on the cycle and finishing my unfinished post that I had started 2 weeks back.

Things I hate about gyming

I can’t wake up now

– Waking up early each and every day, while the wife’s alarm clock still has an hour to ring.

– Putting on and off my shoes and socks. That’s like 10 precious minutes of my morning.

– Reaching the gym. Each second before I enter the door, I think of skipping it that day.

– Even after I reach the gym so early, there are already so many people lined up near the treadmills.

– Right after I enter the gym, all the pretty girls are about to finish their workout.

– There’s always a queue in front of the water cooler, especially when I am out of breath, and my throat has gone completely dry.

– I follow all the rules of the gym, while the more muscular guys do whatever they want.

– My determination for the day just drops off after the first 20 minutes of working out.

– When I am ready to leave, more pretty girls start pouring in through the doors.

– Just when my determination bounces back, my muscles give up.

Every day is a new day. I have been a bit irregular at the gym for the last few days. And I am planning to get back to my usual routine from tomorrow. That’s going to be hard though after so many days of abstinence. So, need to sleep early, and set the alarm back at 5:00 AM. Good night.