A New Year... A new...WHAT?

So, its a new year. 2009.  This year I will be one step closer to my 10 year high school reunion, it'll be 5 years since I graduated from Vanguard University...  wow.  2009 will be my 4 year anniversary.... wow.    

This New Years Eve, Tad looked at me and made a resolution for the both of us.  "We should resolve to go to the gym... 200 times this year"    "well ok!!!"  I said quickly doing the Math in my head. Which is roughly 16 2/3 times a month in 09.    (we already bought a new calendar and are marking the days off... yippee!)

      I'm usually not a resolution kinda person, I vow to be a better person... to maybe watch the amount of sugar intake (e.i. Mtn Dew).... but nothing concrete enough.

One reason I don't make resolutions.. and more specifically GYM resolutions, is I have my Uncle Phil's voice in the back of my head.  (yes i have a Uncle Phil, but he is fervent racketball playing retired 4th grade teacher)  For YEARS, he has complained that the WORST three weeks are the first three weeks of the new year where newbies invade his racket club and take up his spot on the rowing machine and/or courts.    So when I hear about heading to the gym as a resolution, I hear his scream: "I HAAAATE THE GYM IN JANUARY"

Now - I don't blame my Uncle Phil for my aversion to the gym, in fact his devotion has in part made me get my butt off the couch and there.   

 AND - I think I've been there routinely enough to recognize the regs (Toothpick Man, Perfectly Sculpted Girl, Creepy Leery Guy, Captain America, Elliptical-for2-hours Lady, Rex Kwan Do Guy... and so on.  And I'm sure I'm known as: Girl who's face matches her hot-pink shirt.

So hopefully when I go to the gym, I won't be seen as one of THOSE people my Uncle Phil loves sooo much.