(insert colorful expression of contempt and rage here followed by several exclamation points and other characters found above the numbers on the keyboard and continue stringing them along for several paragraphs until I'm completely spent and reduced to heaving sobs then man-up and get it together and prattle on about positive attitude and overcoming stumbling blocks when my glass appears half-empty and nothing including the scale is going my way until I feel better and motivated to get back into the ring and slug it out for another round and shuck and jive while life keeps trying to kick me in the nards and.......breathe)
OK. Whew. I think I'll forego the self instruction and just skip right along. Whew, again.
It was a slushy and slippery run this morning and a little disappointing once I got to the gym. Had I bothered to blog on Monday I probably would have mentioned the brand-new circuit training class that has freshly begun in the weight room- led by (and this is my frustration-tainted opinion) a spandex-packing "exer-tard" who appeared to know nothing about proper weight lifting technique or machine use, who tittered on about her inexperience and about how it was the machines' fault for not working the way she expected (in this Edith Bunker-esque shrill) while warbling jargon that could only be characterized as a combination of bag-lady-speak and a made-up language twins might use when speaking to each other. (slow...deep...breaths)
OK. I'm sorry. I'm sure she's a lovely person full of good intent and closing the weight room for her and her solitary student on Monday was right and justified and a only mild impediment but grrrr! The thing is, this morning she had four students and was adamant that the weight room was now and every Monday and Wednesday available only to her and her class. I was turned away. Me- a guy who's faithfully been at the gym as often as six days a week as soon as it opens since last May and... and... oh screw it! I'm over it now. Adapt and overcome.
The silver lining to this nonsensical storm cloud is that the girl at the check-in counter is going to have the weight room open at 5:30 rather than 6:00 (a much better time for me anyway) and the truly cool thing is that I was down a pound this morning. Oh, and thanks to the immediate burst of anger-induced adrenalin, I think my run home from the gym was the fastest-ever and it felt great! My glass is again half-full.
Also, I should say that I'm a fairly even-tempered guy and rarely do my feathers get ruffled. Any perceived tirade contained in my blog is just a little steam that would have condensed and cooled on it's own. No need to hide sharp objects and no, I won't be kicking the dog. I hope the exer-tard and her class are outrageously successful or, at least, figure out how to use the machines.
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