I am so angry right now, and it's not even six in the morning! I got out of bed in time to get to spin class this morning, and I get there just in time for class to start. But after I check in, there's a sign that says Tuesday and Thursday spin classes are cancelled until further notice.
So I ask the receptionist if Matt is okay. What I find out is that he is not teaching there anymore, but they added another evening spin class. So I look at the new schedule, and the new evening spin class is taught by the instructor that nobody I know likes. She doesn't teach, she works out and you get to follow her. Great. That's our compensation.
I'm. Not. Happy.
Ok, so I found out that Matt is opening a second location to his pilates place and is focusing on that. Yea for him; sucks for us.
So after my little tirade and hissy fit above, I waited until the sun started coming up and went for a run instead. I opted for no music since the sounds in the morning are kind of wonderful. I know that the GPS on my phone is all jacked up; but I turned on a running app anyway, because I wanted to have the interval "coach" since I was doing my recommended 5:1's. Best laid plans...first, I can barely hear her. Then she keeps telling my "Target pace is too slow. Try to speed up." Not even three seconds later she's telling me "Target pace is too fast. Slow down!" I can hear her annoying British accent every five seconds, so I tune her out; which means I have no idea when my five minutes are up. Whatever! After a while, I realize she's quit talking completely. I guess she got tired of me not listening to her instructions and fired me. Can she do that?
All that was in the first 3/4 of a mile. I continued on the trail and then into the park. With the temperature being over 100 degrees every day for the past 30 days, we had a little bit of reprieve, and it was below 80 degrees. It was nice, and I felt like I was keeping a good pace. It felt really good to be outside. As I left the park, I was going to go by the school and do my three mile route; but the morning traffic was starting to pick up, and I opted not to be seen on the main roads. I went back on the trail instead. As I got close to the end of the trail, there was a lone pair of shoes. Right in the middle of the trail. Weird. I checked the police website, but I didn't see anything sinister that could relate to a pair of shoes sans a runner. I ended up with a 2.63 mile run. I didn't quite make it to the fifty minutes I was assigned to run for the day; but it was close, and I was out of time since the little one had a dental appointment.
Then I felt great again...until I had to tell Kelly that Matt was gone. Then I was all riled up again. I guess I can try to make it to the Friday morning class with the speed queen. But I think Matt is just going to be a tough act to follow.
But I wish him the best of luck.