So, ok, yesterday I told you about how my "blond" daughter apparently left her name off her standardized math test last April.
Well, I could call this Random Acts of Redheadedness ...
I have become a little obsessive-compulsive about the gym recently. I love taking classes, rather than just GOING and working out on machines on the fitness floor.
That's actually because I have no idea what I'm DOING when it comes to those machines, and I'm not willing to:
1) pay a trainer to teach me
or 2) look like a moron flailing around ignorantly on elliptical or other complicated machinery!
This makes me the perfect candidate for an aerobics class -- either land or water -- where they tell you what to do and your only job is to do it and not die.
My usual weekday class is on a bit of an end-of-summer hiatus for a couple weeks, while the teacher recuperates from months of listening to endless moaning and groaning from the resident dorks.
Since they opted not to call in a sub to put up with us, I have been forced to find something else to fill the void.
Hey, I have a great idea. Let's try spinning!!!!!
Oh yeah, baby. I rock. I roll. I do the stroll. And I can get on a damned stationary bike!
The non-working-hours classes are all at 6 a.m.
Ok, I can still do this. Cuz I rock. I roll ... yeah, you get the idea.
Tuesday was the day I selected to start this new plan.
Monday night, I carefully laid out all the necessary materials.
Gym clothes? Check.
Gym shoes and socks? Check.
Bag packed with necessary change of clothes for work? Check.
Bathing suit so I could jump in the pool after sweating my brains out on a bike? Check.
Toiletries, makeup, etc., so I can look beauteous at my fabulous workplace? Check.
Time for bed, Janet. Set your alarm so you can arrive on time. In fact, set it a little earlier so you can arrive five minutes early (as required for a newbie) to get situated.
Hmmm. What time should I get up? To be there by 5:55 ... 5:30? 5:15?
Ah, I told myself, 5:25.
With my alarm set, I snuggled up to the Wonderhubby, drifted off to sleep and dreamed good dreams of 15-pound weight losses and finally having a defined waist.
Tuesday morning, I woke to the sweet lips of WH, kissing me good morning and goodbye, as he does EVERY morning before he leaves for work at the crack of dawn. (Don't you wish you were married to him? Can't have him. He's mine!)
I sighed, turned over and looked through half-closed eyes at the clock.
Yup. I missed my class. And, you might ask, how did this happen?
Yeah. That's how.
My daughter's got NOTHIN' on me ...