Thursday, June 30, 2011
I checked my facebook before I went to sleep, and I saw that Kelly was looking for spin exercises since we were going to have a chance to lead the class for five minutes. So that clinched it for me. I would get up and go to spin class even though I had said I wouldn't go until I got a pair of bicycling shorts.
I had my bag, fully packed for once, and I took off to the rec center at 5:30 in the morning. I get there. No Kelly. Five minutes pass. No Kelly! Twenty minutes into class, I know Kelly is not coming.
Class was good until it turned into a conversation class. Unfortunately Matt got sucked into conversation, and the class went downhill from there. I'm one of those people that just find it distracting when people talk during a class. Matt had said that the woman who was responsible for the classes was quitting and today would be her last day. We talked about that for several minutes and then he refocused us and kept going. But then someone else said something else and then it escalated from there. I had to stand up on my own because we were sitting and peddaling for too long. It's all good. Class isn't usually like that, so I'm sure it won't happen again. We didn't do the five minute thing either, but I don't know if that was decided before I got there or not. That's okay. I was kind of intimidated by the five-minute thing.
When I got to the dressing room, I texted Kelly, "Uh...Guess where I am!" Then I texted her, "I think you owe me a breakfast taco for standing me up!" Then I got to work and announced to everyone that I hauled my cookies out of bed and she stood me up. I told them I was totally going to call her out here on this blog and yada yada yada. When I got into my office, I saw that she had posted a message about her son keeping her up until after midnight with ear pain. Even though all of the above ribbing was done in jest and sarchasm, I felt awful. I texted her back, "Nevermind!" Then I put on my mint flavored shoes and put my foot in my mouth.
She knew I was kidding, but when she got to work, she did bring me a breakfast taco. I'm lucky that she and the people I work with understand my sarchasm and sense of humor. But I still felt bad for giving her a hard time.
Later that evening, we were supposed to get ready for a garage sale. But since Shellie was out last Thursday, I didn't want to miss pilates again. So I got dressed and left the house with the promise to come back and get to work. But Shellie was MIA again. I hope she's okay. They said her son was sick, but I didn't think she had children, so I'm not sure what the story is. So I went back home and, as promised, got to work on the garage sale.
We. have. So. Much. Stuff. I didn't realize how much junk had been accumulated in the past few years, but it was overwhelming as we were trying to organize it into some sort of order. I think moving all that stuff should count as some sort of exercise since it was so hot and there was so much stuff. I looked it up on MyFitnessPal, and it gave me quite a few calories for "moving household items." I didn't count them all, but I did log in some. We worked for a couple of hours on it, and I had to wonder if all this effort would be worth it. I guess we'll see.
Just for an update, Kelly took her son to the doctor and got him a different medicine. He is doing better now. Let's hope they both get sleep tonight.