On Friday I began watching This Is Us. The hype and recommendations of friends led me astray but in the best possible way. I was hooked as soon as I saw Jack in his birthday suit. I crammed as many episodes as I could that first day, each bite more delicious than the last.
Saturday came and with it what I refer to as “the usual nonsense”: grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry. Saturdays tend to be my day free from the exercise bike, although there is plenty of step climbing and lifting of weights in the form of cases of water and bags full of groceries. And yet, yesterday, a Saturday, I made time to pedal for an hour, so that I could watch another episode. I would have kept pedaling, and watching, if duty didn’t call.
I binged.
I pedaled.
And I loved every minute of it.
This is definitely not me but This Is Us.
