I accidentally left my lunch sitting on the kitchen counter top when I went to work today.
Luckily, I live close enough (and drove today) that I could run home during lunch to get it/eat it.
At lunch time I ran down a flight of stairs, across the alley, up a flight of stairs in the parking garage and over to my car...and then realized I left my purse in the office. Ugh.
Back down a flight of stairs, across the alley, up a flight of stairs to grab the purse.
A co-worker who doesn't know about our rationing program (really, I'm sure they all think I'm weird enough already) suggested I just run next door to the sandwich shop and grab lunch instead.
If only it were that easy. I am not allowed to eat lunch out during rationing year, but she doesn't know that so her comment is well-meaning.
Back down a flight of stairs, across the alley, up a flight of stairs in the parking garage and over to my car, then home to eat my left-overs which were luckily still chilled by their little freezer pack insert.
The dog was happy to see me. Good dog.
After lunch it's drive back to work, run down a flight of stairs in the parking garage, run across the alley then up a flight of stairs in the office and sit.
Sigh. Two and a half miles added to the weekly total because I forgot my lunch.
At least I got a decent mini stair workout.