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March 23, 2005
bad day 
You know, sometimes you have a day where you just drag. You know you do. It seems like I've been having a lot of them lately. This morning, while waiting for the bus in the rain, I had to play the gratitude game to try to get my spirits up. You know, where you list things that you're thankful for. I had no problem coming up with things to be thankful for, but it didn't stick.
I was kinda dreading my allegro session today. Pilates last night was really difficult, and this morning, I hurt almost everywhere. It's like that damn cardio-boxing class reawoke my pain sensors! And I was thinking, great, I'm going into another allegro session where I'll be giving 100%, but my instructor will have to be holding back.
Well, I shouldn't have worried. I had left clothes at the gym yesterday, and I have never done that before. But I remembered this morning, so I didn't bring new workout clothes. So when I got there for allegro, there was no sign of my lock, or of my clothes. I freaked right out. I talked to the receptionist, who showed me the stuff in the lost and found, then I talked to one of the gym guys who I'm acquainted with, and there were no new bags in the closet where they throw all the locker stuff. So, he suggested firmly that I go back to the locker room and check every locker.
At that point, I saw my allegro instructor and told her my tale of woe, and she was very gracious about it. Hell, I'm in cool fishnets and some funky d@nsko maryjanes and a straight skirt -- I can't do allegro in my street clothes. I was so freaked that I forgot that I also keep some gym clothes under my desk (admittedly now, a couple sizes too large, but still).
And then I begin trolling the locker room. Here locky-locky-locky... and sure enough, across from where I had thought I had stowed my clothes was another lock that looked like mine. And was mine. So I went back out to the gym guy to get my serving of crow, and left.
I will probably go back in a few hours, especially if my funk doesn't lift.
But among the things I'm thankful for is the opportunity to do a half marathon trail "run" this weekend (I'm not signed up, so I'll bag it if it's rainy... or not. Who knows?), the opportunity to volunteer for the ultra portion of said trail run, and to do dim sum with my best pals on Sunday morning. And, to do my motorcycle class next weekend. And that my mom had such an easy time with her surgery that she could stomach Kentucky Fried dinner immediately afterwards.
Posted at March 23, 2005
Comments
I think somebody was looking out for you, if you managed to find all your stuff again. Mine always seems to just vanish off the face of the earth.
We all get those days too. Just gotta hold on till the sun comes back out. Like a long race, there are hard parts and easy parts. You grunt through the hard stuff so you can smile when the road gets nice again.
Hope things are looking up soon.
Posted by: Jon in Michigan at March 24, 2005 7:13 AM