001.

Each morning when I head to the gym, I silently pray that "my" locker is available. And by "my" locker I mean the one with the 001 gold metal circle on it. Because that locker is mine. It's tradition for me to hang up my pink Nike gym bag, my black North Face jacket, and stow away my purple mittens and Uggs in that very locker. You know why? Because I look at that number and immediately sing (in my head) "I'm the #1 stunna... wh-wh-what..." It's pretty much my pump-up-work-out-mantra that I hum throughout my stretches.

Today a lady stranger walked by me and asked why I was taking a picture of the lockers when it wasn't even the tiniest bit magnificent. I forgot that sometimes you overlook the little things in life and don't realize how unbelievably relaxing and calming your daily routine is, and that it took being forced to throw my crap in locker 003 yesterday for me to appreciate locker 001. So I told that woman, "Look, this is my locker, and it's kind of a tradition to have my stuff in there, and I'm taking a photo a day, so I thought this could be it... for today...." The look she gave me was not unlike one I would receive if I had been dancing around naked on the top of the wooden locker room bench. And as she walked away I wanted to tell her, THIS IS THE VERY DEFINITION OF MAGNIFICENT.

But, I didn't, because she probably has a crappy pump-up-work-out-mantra like "Let me hear you say this shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S..." and that alone means she has more important things to deal with.