Okay, today started out as a strange, but productive day. I woke up at 6:20am, took a shower, dressed and drove to the gym for my one FREE training session with a professional trainer.
I can honestly say my experience was eye opening and ridiculously painful. The trainers (yes, I was assigned two), worked my legs until I could hardly walk. THEN, when we headed back to the head trainer’s office, he said, “You are really out of shape”.
No duh, Sherlock. If I WASN’T out of shape, would I be HERE at 7am in the morning, after getting only 5 hours of good sleep?? WOULD I??
ANWYAY, the guys were good and it really was a killer workout. I’m just glad it didn’t kill me.
I made myself walk (very slowly) on the treadmill afterwards for about 20 minutes. Okay, it was 18 minutes, but I wanted to be able to function the rest of the day and YES, those extra 2 minutes would have done me in.
I hobbled out with my head held high. Sort of. At least I was still alive.
Fast forward 10 minutes (the time it takes me to get home)…
I pull in my driveway and there is a scooter at the end of it. It wasn’t there an hour and a half ago. Hmmmm.
I go investigate, even though my legs are still feeling pretty gnarly. I stare at the bike for a minute, putting on my best JESSICA FLETCHER hat (if you don’t know who that is, then pretend I put on my Miss Marple hat).
Then it hit me — maybe they stole my…
Yep. They took it. Nabbed it.
MY BIKE. My regular, NO gears, big-butt-granny-seat bike. The one my mom gave me. The one I’ve had for 2 years. The one I’ve ridden all of 5 times.
BUT STILL! It was MY bike, on MY porch, behind MY swing, amidst other junk that was, thankfully, left alone.
It’s not the fact that the bike was stolen (okay, maybe a little, but I forgive them), it’s the fact that they were so bold as to come up on MY porch while my hubby and kids were home and asleep. GRRRRR!!!
So, we secured the other stuff (my kid’s bikes are now tucked away somewhere), and headed to the grand opening of a Chik-fil-a. They are giving away FREE breakfast ALL Week to EVERYONE who comes in. Yep, I did. The chicken mini’s were delicious.
So, was all the muscle shredding for naught? Nope. I’m still hurting. So I figure they’re still shredded. I’ll get back in the gym Friday morning, Lord willing, and work it out again, sans Trainers.
And maybe, just maybe, when I pull back into my driveway, the thief will have reconsidered his crime. If not, at least those tires are getting WAY more mileage than I was putting on them.