Different - ugh

This week I'm across the state doing some school stuff...which means I am in a hotel for several nights, working out in a new place, and eating out A LOT.

I have decided that I like routine and that I am a creature of habit.

I've made a few observations since checking in that tell me this:

1. I did not particularly like that the water pressure in the shower was different from my water pressure at home. It wasn't worse. It wasn't better. It just wasn't the same.

2. Although I am glad that the hotel thought to provide me with an in-room coffee maker, the layer of dust on it makes me less inclined to use it. I like my coffee maker with zero dust.

3. My hotel lets us work out for free at a neighboring athletic club. Gorgeous machines. Like it. All the sweaty white towels that people were cleaning the machines with after wiping their brow? Gross. For an entire workout, all I could keep thinking was, "where are the sani-wipes? Why aren't people cleaning the machines. Oh my, what did I just touch and what part of my body did I just wipe with the resulting germified hand?" I guess I affirmed that germs gross me out, too.

4. I appreciated very much that the hotel had set up free workout access. But the gorgeous machines? They were different. The poundage on the machines at my local rec center were different -- how can driving across the state change how many pounds I can lift?

I'm a creature of habit. It's affirmed.

HOWEVER: It seems that my mocha routine of celebratory drink can come from anywhere. That does not seem so habitual. Tonight's double mocha came in this awesome glass and was quickly devoured...as you can see in the photo below:

And with those enlightening revelations I've found dans l'hotel, I shall leave you so that I can enjoy hotel television with my remote that I've placed in the plastic ice tub bag...germs = gross, after all!