So yesterday was that day that you just don't feel like dealing with. Wednesday night, I sighed when I set the alarm for 430AM to go to the gym.
At 330AM Guinness got up and we could hear her tube making noises...her plug fell out. Despite it being an easy fix, waking from a sleep in a panic mode is never fun. Then at 4AM Scuttlebutt decided he was a cat and coughed up a hair ball. So at 430AM, I got up and got my clothes on. My stomach was mad. I wasn't sure if it was gassy or if there was going to be a Fail-Fart. So I looked back at the bed and got in.
At 545, I got up and got ready for work/funeral. I was feeling guilty about the run. I went to work. Still feeling guilty. Went to the funeral. Cried. Came back to work. Guilty. More work. Guilty. I have my training schedule on my cube wall. Thursday hadn't been crossed out.
At 4PM I decided when I got home and ate and digested I would go to the gym. I estimated that on a Thursday this would be about 10PM. I talked to D on the phone. He was in a good mood. Gdog had gained a pound from last week. Hooray! He was going for a run. I mentioned I was going later. He said he would wait. At 615, I left work, got home and talked to him while he made dinner. Played with the pups and then ate dinner.
At 815 we got dressed and off to the gym. 3 miles. Remember when 3 miles was easy. Remember when I wasn't so tired. Remember when I didn't have a job to interfere with my running. Get over yourself Al, and run.
So I ran my 3 miles. 40 minutes. There was nothing exciting about the run. Although there is a couple in the gym that I constantly sneer at and don't like (never met them). I couldn't figure out why. I finally did figure out that one. The woman looks like someone I cannot stand. D thought this was funny. I tried my best not to look at them and think awful thoughts about them (fail). The guy next to me was classy and turned on TNA on Spike. I guess I can now answer, "Who watches that?" He also smelled like baby shit. Luckily he only stayed on for about 15 minutes. The show stayed on for the entire time I was there.
D answered his own question of why the gym smelled like glue. It was painted. So we ran to TNA, ugly and smelly people, and paint fumes.
But we ran.
6 comments:
Baby shit...huh. I wonder how one gets to the point where they smell that way.
Sucks about the trip to the gym, good news is you got your miles in....
You are a far better runner than I as I doubt I would've made it to the gym at all after a day like that.
430 AM? No thanks. I'd rather fail-fart while taking a free throw at the NBA All Star game but good for you though.
Good job for getting that 3 miles in despite the day you were having.
I wonder if they smell that way naturally or do they need to work at it?
Who puts TNA on a group TV? At least when I put the Princess Diaries on the group TV, the only people in front of the machines were me and this other girl who were totally down with Princess Diaries crap.
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