This blogging time would probably be better spent counting my blessings…
– I am healthy.
– I have a warm home not located in the northeastern U.S.
– I am loved.
– I have an ample pantry with healthy, nourishing foods.
– I have a soon-to-be flourishing business that allows me to set my own schedule.
I could go on, but I’m just not in the mood. Despite my many blessings, I’m feeling quite cranky.
Is it too much to ask for one little(ish) spot at the gym to call my own?
The answer, of course, is NO. And it’s HELL NO when aforementioned spot is already claimed and covered with my own personal gym mat.
As you might have guessed, there was drama at my gym yesterday a.m. Sadly, I was the only one experiencing it as the offending party (he who was dropped to do his push-ups right next to my mat and flung his sweat everywhere, including ON MY MAT) was oblivious. Or pretending to be. I dunno.
It wasn’t just this guy, or the friend who eventually joined him to consume the rest of the tiny area available for floor work. There were gymbeciles everywhere.
Almost every bench or station I wanted to use was occupied by other people. That wouldn’t have been so bad if they’d been using the equipment for exercise instead of a place to watch ESPN or check their phone messages. And when I did get a couple of machines, someone else took them over the minute I got up to get some water.
Speaking of water, this early morning crowd has a bad habit of running off and leaving their empty water bottles all over the place. They do the same with equipment. If they change a bar or grip on a machine, they just drop the old one at the station instead of walking the 10-20 feet over to the rack where they should be stored. (I’ve known this because it’s all scattered when I go for a workout at 7:30-8:00, but this was the first time I saw it in action.)
And then there was me. I was a bit of a gymbecile myself for going to the gym at 5 a.m. anyway. I’d woken up at 4 and decided on a whim that it would be a great idea to get my workout done. I let the frustration (and an unnecessary–and hot!–base layer under my fleece pants) ruin my workout, which piled onto some other things that went “wrong” this week, and affect my mood for the better part of the morning. The lack of sleep didn’t help.
Roasted turkey coated in Mexican spices, cheese, a LOT of lettuce, tomato, and black olives, and an oil-and-vinegar house dressing. It looks massive, but it’s mostly veggies. Still, I didn’t eat any dinner.
I had time for a very short nap before heading downtown for a WordPress meet-up, where I had the pleasure of seeing Mary from A Merry Life! I arrived at the same time as the meeting leader, so Mary and I didn’t have much time for chatting. Maybe next time.
Today was another rushed day with a few snafus, but I’m declaring tonight a Cammy-Climbs-in-Bed-and-Watches-Dateline-and-HGTV night. During the commercials, I plan to seriously count my blessings. ‘Cause I do have them, in abundance!
Stop back tomorrow for the RockStars of the Week and an opportunity to brag on your own good actions. (I’m making my list now!)