Routines

This week I have realized that there are some routines that are a joy to fall back into.

A few days ago I finally made it back to the gym for the first time since before I left for the Army. I was pleased to see many familiar faces, and was happy to be greeted by Don at the desk, who later stopped to chat with me while I was kicking my own ass on the elliptical. I fell into my normal gym circuit without really having to think about it. Forty minutes on the elliptical, mat work consisting of ab and core work, and some body-weight resistance work on the upper body. And the next morning, I groaned as I sat up in bed... my sore abs a testament to my work. It was the first time I'd really been sore since I left Ft. Leonard Wood, and oddly, I'd missed that too.

And work... I've been awarded my new bid spot, and as Relief Officer I'm busy all night long. It makes the shifts fly by, and when I get home, I'm pleasantly tired. And as a Relief Officer, I'm too busy to get caught up in the drama that plagues my co-workers. It's nice to just focus on the job -- to do my eight and hit the gate, so to speak.

And last night, I got home, changed, and met Scott at the bar... another pleasant routine of bullshitting with the group of regulars that I had forgotten I was a part of, dancing and shaking my ass (which last night was cutely clad in a denim mini skirt, navy blue tank top and my Sox cap... and my plaid heels, of course), and enjoying the music of some of my favorite boys in the business, Emily's Toybox. It was a good night.

So... routines... before I left they were the bane of my existence. But the Army has made me appreciate them far more than I ever expected. It really is good to be home.