There are some things you do only once in your life.

Like:

Making love as a virgin…

Being here and now…

and 

Forgetting to take your towel to the gym…

That’s what I did this morning.  I sweated away on the rowing machine, on the treadmill, on the bicyle. I burned calories.  I  felt greater and greater.  I was in a hurry, so I skipped the reward of the steam room, jaccusi and pool. Went straight to the shower so that I wouldn’t be late for my counselling session in Cobh. Twas only when I went back to my clothes that I realised I had no towel.  There was a lovely fresh, clean, dry one on the bench.  Virtuously, I resisted the temptation to use it.  I was reduced to drying myself with my damp underpants, damp socks and the very damp shirt that had soaked up the expelled calories…

I don’t think I’ll ever forget my towel again.

PS: I couldn’t resist throwing in the underpants and socks.  But the shirt was my only option: I wasn’t in one of those lovely, fancy places (like the Maryborough Hotel) where they give you pristine white towels before your treatment.

PPS: I’d love you to send me your list of things you only do once in life.