Thursday made me sweat so hard my butt gave off the bat-signal
It all started with a smoker.
There are just some days where you need to resign yourself to being the butt of a cosmic joke.
Today was one of them.
I live in a first floor flat at the front of the building. Underneath my bedroom window all of the smokers of the complex seem to gather together to talk, smoke and do whatever it is that groups of smokers do with their time.
It seems that these people think that there is some sort of magical barrier that prevents the smoke coming through the window and the sound of their often loud conversations from getting through to us in the room above them. A magic-muffler, if you like.
Sadly, we're not that advanced in our flat. We just get the smell and the sound of their conversations.
Now, at 11pm it's not too bad. It's generally cold so people don't linger TOO long. Most people are sensible enough to realise that doing what they do in the mornings is frowned upon; but today we had that one rebel of the pack. He needed to have a ONE SIDED conversation with someone on a phone at the top of his voice at pre-7am. I could even hear the person on the other end of the phone, so presumably they were in the middle of a gale-force 10 wind in the middle of a blizzard at the top of a mountain where the signal was limited. I can't actually imagine any other reason that they'd need to speak to each other at such a volume.
After listening to the conversation long enough to know that they had a painting job in London and they weren't sure whether the client was going to pay and gritting my teeth at this faceless individual for disturbing my lie-in, I rolled out of bed (and in the interests of preserving neighbourly communications) I did NOT call what I wanted to out of the window, being stopped by my dear hubs with a "he's a nice guy....really" I stumbled into the shower and then had my morning protein shake.
Today was sports day.
./sigh.
I should have been excited, but to be honest I wasn't. I dressed as per gym clothes (because sports day was being held at the leisure centre my gym is in I could go to the gym after work, whoop), took a change of "normal clothes" incase I'd got the day wrong I set off on my merry way, enjoying the sun.
I should have known something was up by the quiet streets as I walked. I probably should have guessed when I saw children who looked suspiciously familiar pass me in the opposite direction and I definitely should have known when I stopped two 6th formers who told me they were told to meet at the leisure centre. That was a dead give away. In typical fashion though I continued on my walk to school, where the car park was nearly empty, only to be greeted with a "Oh, you're meant to be at the leisure centre now". Crap.
Bearing in mind that the school and the leisure centre are fairly equidistant from my house at around a miles distance, it wasn't too bad. The catch is that the leisure centre and school are in opposite directions. Oh dear.
So, 3 miles into my morning I arrived at the leisure centre covered in sweat in time to find that I didn't actually have a form group to register until 9:15 ./sigh.
That done I found myself a corner and stayed there. Allll day. I'm not sure what I was meant to be doing. It was something to do with jumping....but since no one shouted at me I stayed put, acting as a bouncer on the door. They got the muscle taking care of the job ;)
I had some great conversations and decided to look into my dream of being a personal trainer (that has GOT to count as my something new!!). Thanks Kerrie-Anne xD
My Thursday continued in a fairly similar vein. I managed to spill my drink down my front so I looked like I wet myself. I dropped egg-mayo on my black shorts. The usual butt-of-the-cosmos jokes.
My planned training session with the team was dashed before I got hopes up of it happening. Woof was even going to come.
Still, what happened after that actually was immense.
Today was legs day.
And I forgot everything that had happened. I worked so hard my knees were sweating. Hell, I worked so hard my butt gave off the bat-signal.
You know the workouts where you start shaking even before you finish your sets? This was it. I was on FIRE.
And I still am.
Remember peoples, GO HARD OR GO HOME.
So now I'm sitting down (and I won't be getting back up.....) to watch the football. I don't like watching England play, they always make me nervous. So I'm going to be jumpy as a cat near a plant sprayer this evening.
Watching them come out - does anyone actually know all of the words to our national anthem?
Anyway, I'd best go and watch our boys pass a ball between themselves for 90 minutes. Least we're in white. Shame it's not raining really.....
Laters peeps (maybe it'll start raining and we'll all get to enjoy the view....I mean, game) ;)
There are just some days where you need to resign yourself to being the butt of a cosmic joke.
Today was one of them.
I live in a first floor flat at the front of the building. Underneath my bedroom window all of the smokers of the complex seem to gather together to talk, smoke and do whatever it is that groups of smokers do with their time.
It seems that these people think that there is some sort of magical barrier that prevents the smoke coming through the window and the sound of their often loud conversations from getting through to us in the room above them. A magic-muffler, if you like.
Sadly, we're not that advanced in our flat. We just get the smell and the sound of their conversations.
Now, at 11pm it's not too bad. It's generally cold so people don't linger TOO long. Most people are sensible enough to realise that doing what they do in the mornings is frowned upon; but today we had that one rebel of the pack. He needed to have a ONE SIDED conversation with someone on a phone at the top of his voice at pre-7am. I could even hear the person on the other end of the phone, so presumably they were in the middle of a gale-force 10 wind in the middle of a blizzard at the top of a mountain where the signal was limited. I can't actually imagine any other reason that they'd need to speak to each other at such a volume.
After listening to the conversation long enough to know that they had a painting job in London and they weren't sure whether the client was going to pay and gritting my teeth at this faceless individual for disturbing my lie-in, I rolled out of bed (and in the interests of preserving neighbourly communications) I did NOT call what I wanted to out of the window, being stopped by my dear hubs with a "he's a nice guy....really" I stumbled into the shower and then had my morning protein shake.
Today was sports day.
./sigh.
I should have been excited, but to be honest I wasn't. I dressed as per gym clothes (because sports day was being held at the leisure centre my gym is in I could go to the gym after work, whoop), took a change of "normal clothes" incase I'd got the day wrong I set off on my merry way, enjoying the sun.
I should have known something was up by the quiet streets as I walked. I probably should have guessed when I saw children who looked suspiciously familiar pass me in the opposite direction and I definitely should have known when I stopped two 6th formers who told me they were told to meet at the leisure centre. That was a dead give away. In typical fashion though I continued on my walk to school, where the car park was nearly empty, only to be greeted with a "Oh, you're meant to be at the leisure centre now". Crap.
Bearing in mind that the school and the leisure centre are fairly equidistant from my house at around a miles distance, it wasn't too bad. The catch is that the leisure centre and school are in opposite directions. Oh dear.
So, 3 miles into my morning I arrived at the leisure centre covered in sweat in time to find that I didn't actually have a form group to register until 9:15 ./sigh.
That done I found myself a corner and stayed there. Allll day. I'm not sure what I was meant to be doing. It was something to do with jumping....but since no one shouted at me I stayed put, acting as a bouncer on the door. They got the muscle taking care of the job ;)
I had some great conversations and decided to look into my dream of being a personal trainer (that has GOT to count as my something new!!). Thanks Kerrie-Anne xD
My Thursday continued in a fairly similar vein. I managed to spill my drink down my front so I looked like I wet myself. I dropped egg-mayo on my black shorts. The usual butt-of-the-cosmos jokes.
My planned training session with the team was dashed before I got hopes up of it happening. Woof was even going to come.
Still, what happened after that actually was immense.
Today was legs day.
And I forgot everything that had happened. I worked so hard my knees were sweating. Hell, I worked so hard my butt gave off the bat-signal.
You know the workouts where you start shaking even before you finish your sets? This was it. I was on FIRE.
And I still am.
Remember peoples, GO HARD OR GO HOME.
So now I'm sitting down (and I won't be getting back up.....) to watch the football. I don't like watching England play, they always make me nervous. So I'm going to be jumpy as a cat near a plant sprayer this evening.
Watching them come out - does anyone actually know all of the words to our national anthem?
Anyway, I'd best go and watch our boys pass a ball between themselves for 90 minutes. Least we're in white. Shame it's not raining really.....
Laters peeps (maybe it'll start raining and we'll all get to enjoy the view....I mean, game) ;)
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