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remember your towel

I enjoyed a great workout this morning.  One of the perks of living in Highlands Ranch is membership at the local recreation centers.  My routine: walk five laps (a half-mile), hit the elliptical machine for 25 minutes, and then do a series of weight machines.  It makes for a good sweat.  On weekdays, I’ll drop Hannah off at school and be at the gym by 7:30 … workout … shower … and head for the office.  Not too complicated.

Except when you forget your towel.

That’s when it gets complicated.  As I was unpacking my work clothes, I noticed one glaring absence — my towel.  I had packed everything but a towel (shampoo … check!).   As I’m unpacking I’m weighing my options: go back home and get a towel.  Ruled that out because I was already there.  Second option: workout and get dressed without showering.  That would be unfair to my co-workers.  That left the only viable option: workout, shower, and dry off with paper towels.

I’m not proud.  I’d rather be dry than wet.  The paper towel dispensers at the gym are the kind that spit out a pitiful amount of towels, causing me to tear off a bunch of individual towels.

But I was dry and dressed for work!

Isn’t it interesting how we can forget something so basic to the task at hand?  That happens a lot in life.  Husbands forget to say “thank you” for dinner.  Bosses handout assignments but no road maps or expectations.

But I promise you one thing — I probably won’t forget my towel again.