catch 22. a quandry, a predicament. really, my life is quite the enigma.

The issue: It’s not until I am stripped down in the shower that I am struck with the “Wow! I should really go work out” realization. (well…usually it’s the workout revelation, but sometimes my conclusion is that maybe I should just install more flattering lighting in my bathroom…seems easier…)

However, since I am in the shower getting clean, I have no motivation whatsoever to get back out and go for a run, thus getting sweaty, gross, and in need of a shower all over again. Plus, I have a hard enough time trying to fix post-shower hair once in a day. Asking me to think about blow drying twice is akin to asking Paris Hilton to serve a full sentence — not gonna happen.

And so, I decide that I’ll work out and get all sweaty (and thus in shape) later, before I need to shower again. That way, I will be efficient with my showering and kill two birds with one stone. (Plus, that plan would give me major environmental props for being so conscientious about my water use. See. Really, I’m just thinking of you. And the rainforests. And whales. And future generations who depend on my sustainable lifestyle choices. I should get awards more often.)

But that’s where the well-laid plan falls apart. Because I tend to forget about my need to workout until I’m back in the shower…