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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

There’s a Moral to This Story Even if it’s a No Brainer. Doh!

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 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 wake 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…

it’s 6:59!

NOT 5:59.

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!


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