Cleaning is a task that I really can’t get into. Straightening, organizing, neat-nicking, yes. But deep dive scrubbing down the floor. Sigh, it’s hard. Thankfully, there’s running to the rescue. I know, right? Running is absolutely awesome.
Here’s the thing: if I’m going to scrub like it’s going out of style, I want to shower immediately after. And if I’m going to run, I always want to shower after too (though not always immediately because sometimes one really needs coffee first). So this Saturday, I figured why not clean after running? I came home, and bust out a set of dishes. Then put away laundry. Then I got nuts, and bowed to the porcelain throne (to make it sparkle), got Mr. Bubbles with it in the sink and then stared at the shower.
See, cleaning the shower always results in an instant need for me to shower. It just feels so dirty (which is ironic because when I’m washing myself in the shower, my shower feels exceptionally clean). The shower feels like an epic task to the “I hate to clean” society. You have to leave over the edge of the tub, you have you try and reach all corners, and if you have short arms (that’d be me, party of two T-rex limbs) it’s really a challenge.
Then it occurred to me: why not clean the shower while I shower? I get it, and can easily get on my hands and knees and elbow grease it up while at the perfect angle. Plus, if I put shampoo in my hair before I bend down, it has time to soak in. And so I did. And it was brilliant. Highly recommended (with non-toxic cleaning products, of course).