Wednesday, March 14, 2012

10 Second Call - Day Changer

I tossed in bed after the 4:00 alarm had gone off.  I had slept poorly the night before, and just did not want to get up and work out.  After a 20 minute debate with myself, I finally inflicted enough self-loathing to get me up and moving.

I drove the club, and encountered multiple issues with my Ford Sync.  Good thing it was 4:30 and there were few people on the road, as driving while trying to fix my iPhone caused me to weave all over the road.  It was a stupid thing to do on multiple levels.

I got to the club in a foul mood, and hit my favorite machine to burn off some frustration.  However, for whatever reason, it was a bad workout day.  I could never find a good stride, my body ached, and my normal workout was a struggle. 

As I was trying to push through my issues, the only other guy in the whole building climbs on the machine right next to me.  He had seven others to choose from, all complete with working TVs, fans, and the whole Mary Ann.  But no, my buddy needed to be right next to me.  Creepy.

I did about 2/3 of my normal work out circuit, bailing on the weights and cutting some stuff short.  I have an ugly day at work today with a really tough vendor negotiation, and I'm dreading it.  I needed to get in early, so I just punted and the club and headed home, angry at myself for such a weak effort.

On the way out the door I noticed I had a voicemail from my Mom from the night before.  I got into my car, tried to listen to the message, but since Ford Sync was down, I put the phone to my ear and replayed the message with a huff of frustration.

The message was from my 11 year old niece (my Mom must have been baby sitting).  In a short 10 second call she told me she missed me and she loved me.


By the looks of it, I think today is going to be a pretty good day.

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