Last Saturday the Y finally replaced the squishy mat with a nice firm one. No longer will we stalk the only good one there - there are now two to fight over. All was good until the clock fell off the wall.
On Monday the water in the pool had cooled down to a comfy 78 degrees or so - perfect for swimming laps. I did my first mile flat on that morning, no problemo - what a great way to start the day. All was good until some bobber complained; by Friday it was back up to 85.
I had a great workout this morning - an hour on the mats, an hour in spinning class with Dave the Power Monkey. All was good until I went to relax in the hot tub and it was filled with about 20 Japanese men, all yammering.
On Friday Peanut turned 23 again. There was a coffee party and a group card and everything. She was very happy. All was good until I realized I hadn't been included.
I lost a few pounds despite two stops this week for bagel fixes. All was good until I realized the scale was messed up again.
Time to hit the mats. All is good until it's Saturday morning and there's way too much traffic up and down the hall and that old guy on the mat next to me isn't doing anything except breathing heavily. I refuse to look. I wish I could hide.
I've been pretty wound up lately. My Mom's been sick, I'm not sleeping well, and this weekend hasn't turned out so hot here at home. Stefanaki asked me what I did today at the Y, and then he tells me that he does his ab workouts at home. Hmmmmm. Like I care. I prefer working out at the gym, but I had to think why that is.
There are days I'm really in a rut and it genuinely drives me nuts that everyone at the Y is so nice all the time. I will be doing crunches wishing someone will cross me just so I can dope slap them. I guess there are times when all is bad, until someone makes me laugh. That's why I'd rather hit the mats at the Y than at home: so I can giggle with Guitar Man, instead of thinking I should be empyting the dishwasher.
Feel the love. Happy Valentines Day, everyone! I hope they fix the clock soon.
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