I have been having an issue with my closet door lately.  Luckily all my important clothes are neatly heaped in a pile on a chair in the corner of my room so only special occasions do I resort to rummaging  through the closet.  I must have had some extra time on my side last week because I decided to investigate the source of my closet frustrations.  This is a standard mirror slide door in a 15×20 room so nothing to extravagant – why I willfully battle a door is beyond logic.  I have more time than anything else in the world and yet it has taken me well over 6 months to perk my curiosity.  Sad truth.  

It was a simple discovery and fix.  I started by moving the gold and maroon pom poms from the big high school homecoming game last October and found a set of dumb bells resting on the glide.  I have spent a ridiculous measure of time avoiding my closet at all costs, and then on the rare necessity I have to look for something fresh and new to wear, I open the door as far as I am able, shimmy myself in to flip through the inventory just to realize my problem is 8 lb. weights.  There was a slight bend in the cheap metal glide that I quickly remedied by taking one of the weights and hammering it flush with the floor.  When inspired I am smart and industrious!

Now that these weights have surfaced I kind of feel obligated to put them to use.   I realize this effort to fitness is not exactly CrossFit though it’s a fraction of a start towards good health.   At the very least it gives my carpet a reprieve where the weights have made a deep imprint.  In the last 7 days I have put those babies to work 3 times and completed a total of 54 reps.  It’s an impressive feat for this less than athletically coordinated mid-lifer.  Believe me, CrossFit does not want me.