I’m not sure if this story is funny or sad. Not sad boohoo but sad as in WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME!
OK, so last night I tweeted out…
As you can see, I was convincing myself that working out in the morning was a good idea.
I mean I KNOW it’s a good idea but that doesn’t mean I don’t need a push now and then.
Pretty much every Tuesday and Thursday for the past 9 months or so I wake up at 5:25 AM, run a mile to the gym, take BodyPump, and run the mile home. I started when I was training for the mudder and never got out of the routine. I’ve been going so long, I finally feel like a regular at the gym. The instructor knows me. The receptionist knows me. It’s nice.
Lately, however, I’ve been unmotivated to go. I skipped Thursday because I stayed up too late FOR NO REASON AT ALL. Why do I do that to myself? It’s kind of like the eating late at night thing. I’m on the couch. I know I should go to bed. I’m tired, that’s for sure, but no, I just sit there procrastinating bed time like a child. Regretting it every morning like an addict.
So I sent out that tweet, laid out my workout clothes, set the alarm and went to bed.
This morning I woke up moments before my alarm was set to go off.
Or so I thought.
I hopped out of bed. Shut off the alarm. Got dressed. Brushed my teeth. And headed downstairs. That’s when I heard the baby stir.
Hmmm. He’s never up before 7, that’s odd.
I shrug my shoulders and keep going. The husbands home and he can get the baby if he wakes up while I’m at the gym. This is the only time I have to go, and I’m going!
I let the cat out and notice it’s raining. I tweet this…
DAMN. I really want to run to the gym. Oh, it’s only a drizzle. I’ll be fine.
So I lace up and head out the door.
About 2 minutes in the sky opens up and literally dumps buckets of water on my head as if to tell me I made a horrible, horrible decision. Now I’m going to be soaked during body pump.
Oh, well. I’m usually a hot sweaty mess. This will probably feel good.
I run through a neighboring community and across the walking path to the main road. It’s so busy I can hardly cross.
There must an accident on the highway and everyone’s getting detoured to the secondaries.There’s never this must traffic at 5:50
I think to myself.
I get to the gym and hand my badge to the receptionist. She says, "You’re late this morning."
"Yeah, I was debating running in the rain." I said.
But then I looked at the clock and I was actually a minute or 2 earlier than I am normally for class.
She must know class has already started or something. That’s strange.
I walk towards the studio and notice an empty room.
wow. Where is everyone? There’s usually at least 10 of us.
I go to open the door and there’s the instructor and another woman walking out. They look at me funny. I glance over at the clock…
I’m an HOUR LATE!
I look back over at the instructor and say, laughing, "You aren’t going to believe this. I’m an hour late. I really thought it was 6 o’clock!"
We all laugh.
"At least you ran." She said.
" *sigh* yeah, I’ll get a good 2.5 miles in, but still… I was really looking forward to class!"
We’re all still laughing.
"Well, now you’ll have a fun story to tell everyone today. You can blog it."
HA! That’s exactly what I’ll do.
Lesson Learned: Don’t only look at the minute hands when scheduling the alarm and checking the time. Especially when busy and overwhlemed. That first number holds some very important information!