Busy should be my middle name, but I have had a lot of practice with being busy, so i take it in stride and seem to do pretty well with the stress and demands of training and working annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd i hope everyone enjoyed the mile-long run-on sentence. geesh. that was awful.
It's not even 2pm and I've already gotten a lot accomplished. I went to work at the Y this morning, did some rolling and stretching, had a staff meeting, set up my official YMCA e-mail (yeah I'm a big deal) finished up my therapy, got lunch, responded to the past two weeks of e-mails and about to get ready for my second shift of work with the lovely and beautiful children at the Y. Today is my last day training and learning the ins and outs of everything before I'm set free and on my own. yiiiiikkkkkeess.
From a lifting standpoint today was uneventful.. mostly. I did my therapy which was good and today was the longest i've rolled and/or stretched in a very very very long time, so that's good. I was also able to do a lot of my smaller muscle workout-ish things. sometimes when I have to do these things at the y i feel slightly more productive and focused and patient(?).. i guess patient meaning i dont feel like i have to or need to rush off anywhere or hurry up and get my stretching done to go to the next thing... i was at the y so I was stretching and rolling to occupy myself while I was waiting for the meeting to start, so I wasn't in a rush to get everything done...
well isn't this ironic, funny, and a little bit mean. (i probably deserve most of it) but as I was leaving Panera I couldn't find my keys.. and i searched my backpack, my pockets, where i was sitting and i even asked the staff if anyone had turned in keys. ha. nope. no keys. dang it. So I was left with only two options: my keys were stolen along with my car and the 29348579237 weeks of laundry that was just washed or my keys were locked in my car. any guesses as to which one it might be...?
I probably would have guessed the stolen car and laundry if for no other reason than it would make a good story.. but nope. I'm the fool who was so happy and confident (cocky?) I had everything together and I could manage my time just moments before and now I'm THAT girl who locks her keys in the car while they are still in the ignition. is my blonde showing through...?? But look at the positive of all of this: I'm getting my blog done, catching up on more e-mails, and (i feel like there was something else productive I was doing during this time...) HEY I could paint my nails. fantastic. Just the way I wanted to spend my day. Sitting in panera not going to work... okay so maybe this isn't that bad :)
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