So summer is coming. Swimsuit season is right around the corner, y’all. In an effort to not quite look like a beached whale at the river this summer my sister and I have been working really hard on changing our diet and exercise habits. Well I’m in Nashville right now for a conference and let me tell you, it is HARD to maintain a clean eating regimen when you’re surrounded by Bar-B-Q and sweet tea. The struggle is real. But I’m trying.
So this morning I woke up early and thought I’d go workout. I went to the gym and pulled up today’s work out on my phone, but it called for weights and there was some dude there using all the not too heavy ones. I wont lie. This non-morning girl was a little put out that my workout attempt was being squashed by the ripped guy doing push ups with the ten pound weights. Pass those light ones on over to the chubby girl, sweetheart-you can do more than that.
But after lingering for a minute he just kept right on trucking through those reps so I thought I’d go for a run. Let me remind you, I’m from Montana. The land of snow in June and low humidity. This is NOT the weather of Nashville. Within a few steps I was begging for air and sweating like a beast. But I pushed through. It was slow and long, but I did it. It wasn’t until I was nearly back to the hotel that I realized my room key had fallen out of the tiny pocket in my running pants. Seriously, who has any luck with those two inch square pockets? Apparently not this girl. No big, I thought. I’ll just stop by the front desk on my way up to the room.
It’s always nice to walk into a ridiculously gorgeous hotel when you’re pouring sweat and smell like a gym. I try to make an impression everywhere I go. So not surprisingly, when I approached the front desk, the girl at the counter took one look at me and took a step back. I can’t say as I blame her. When I explained my predicament, we hit a problem-she wanted a photo ID. My first thought was thank God I didn’t take it with me or I probably would have lost that too, which would have made my trip through security on my way home less than stellar. I just said no, I didn’t have one, and she raised her eyebrow at me, to which I pulled my bright red from exertion arms off the black granite counter top and said I’d just gone for a run. She nodded, aware that I was dripping sweat on the marble floors and told me that she couldn’t give me a new key without a photo ID. We appeared to be at an impasse.
I pulled out my phone, trying to think of ways to prove my identity. Facebook? Instagram? App of the summit I’m attending? Confirmation email from the hotel? Bingo! Thank you Jesus, she gave me a key. I think she was just trying to get me away from her gleaming front desk. Handing me the key she says, “Uh, do you want some water or something?” I just smiled and said, “Do I look hot?” At which I was informed that the Starbucks in the lobby serves the best complimentary water in town. I wasn’t about to wait in line for water (I’m a humanitarian after all, and that just wouldn’t be fair to the other patrons), so I headed back up to my room with my semi-contraband room key. After I showered and looked more like a normal human being, I went back downstairs and crossed the lobby, flashing her a non-sweaty smile as I did. She didn’t seem to recognize me. I guess I clean up good.