So my day started out with a phone call from Belle who decided to not run this morning...which then in turn made me decide I didn't want to get up and embrace the cold weather this morning either. So I went back to sleep, only to wake up with just enough time to get dressed and out the door to teach my 8:00 am class (who came up with that time anyway? I mean, seriously!). This class had an exam this morning, which I was 5 minutes late to thanks to my comfy bed continuing to whisper to me that I didn't have to get up....(thanks bed).
After that it was office hours and then teach an 11 am class where we talked about menopause and erectile dysfunction. Seriously...I didn't think college students were so immature, but they are. So anyway, after that class I thought I would run on the treadmill on campus (they have TV's on them, which causes me to be motion sick, but at least I can watch TV!) because I had to coach for my other job this afternoon, so I had my workout clothes...or did I? Check my bag when I get up to my office and there lies my sports bra, t-shirt, yoga pants, socks, and....NO SHOES! Ugh! Thanks to my seductive bed I walked out of my apartment with no shoes...so I couldn't run...poo!
So I call the fiance who is sweet enough to meet me halfway and bring me my shoes while I scarf down a Subway sandwich. Then its off to coach the crazy kids. Literally, these parents must feed their kids crack and Apple Jacks before I show up, because these kids are C to the Razy. So as I am explaining how to dribble a soccer ball, one kid says, "I see your butt!" Very funny, coming from the kid who told me I stink a couple of weeks ago as she hugged me right in the crotch area....then another kid says, "Michael showed me his underwear!" Good job Michael, go be a perv somewhere else...But wait...my day is not over yet, I still have 2 more classes to coach after this...oh yay me!
So then its off to the worst elementary school ever...the kids hate exercising, even though we play fun games, and they are all extremely disrespectful to me. So after I spend an hour and a half coaching there, the head teacher says, "Tell Miss Mallory Happy Thanksgiving!" Yep, been there for almost a year and she can't even get my name right...awesome.
After a long drive home, I finally pull into the parking space and think...ahh, I can go running now. But wait, it's pitch black outside (even though it's only 6:00 pm) and we have homegroup dinner at 7:30. So I think, I will go run on the treadmill for about 30 minutes...that will be a good 3 mile run...I'll take a shower and head out the door. But it only gets better (or worse....)
So I enter the apartment complex workout room. There are 2 treadmills, one elliptical, one stairstepper, and about 4 weight machines. When I get there, a mom is working out on the elliptical and her daughter, who is like 10, is WALKING on the treadmill. So I get ready to step on the treadmill next to her, and mom tells me that it is not working....so great...what am I supposed to do? I'll do the stairstepper....fun..... (all the while I'm thinking, lady, kick your kid off the treadmill...she really doesn't need to be "working out" with you).
About 5 minutes into my "awesome" stairstepping workout, the girl gets off the treadmill. Now I have the type of personality that I worry about what other people will think about me all the time, so I decided to wait a couple minutes and then go get on the treadmill so I don't look like I was just waiting for her to get off. Well, in walks "Mr. Cool" during my two minute waiting period, who then gets on the treadmill and starts WALKING! Seriously dude, walk outside...in the dark...you're a MAN!!! So I think, maybe he is just warming up, and he'll get off in a minute to work his biceps....Gee was I wrong. In walks his girlfriend, who steps on the "broken" treadmill and begins WALKING on it. Oh ya, it wasn't broken, but gullible, worry about what others think about me didn't want to attempt to try the treadmill because I would look stupid if it was broken and tried it anyway...right?
So I'm pissed off walking on the stupid stairstepper. I did 25 minutes on the thing...to learn at least I know I can climb 352 floors in 25 minutes! That means I could walk up and down the Empire State Building and then some...but can I run a half marathon? No, because some mother thinks the treadmill serves as a babysitter.....
Hopefully I will have a better day tomorrow -
~Pocahontas~
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