This is my third week in a row of 6am workouts. I've been dedicated, I haven't skipped days, and although I will never be a morning person I love spending time with FSU in the mornings before work. My own very personal trainer that I get to take home. Working out makes me feel better all day, if not totally exhausted.
But this morning, is already a doozy. FSU got up, and got ready and then woke me up per usual. I debated going back to sleep, per usual, and then dragged my butt out of bed to get ready. After I got all ready and was about to walk out the door, I realized my ancient brick of an ipod isn't working AGAIN. Let me remind you that I did have a lovely ipod shuffle which survived both the washing machine and the dryer only to be stolen by some a-hole at Gold's. Probably some totally hot, skinny, tan girl with perfect skin and a high paying job. Now, on any other gym day I could just do without, but we're on a schedule here, and on Wednesdays I do an hour of cardio. I can suffer through a lot of things, but an hour of cardio without music is not one of them.
Now I am irrationally angry, I even threw my shoes across the room, the cat is NONSTOP fucking meowing, the needy little skank, and here I am wide awake, missing my workout, and I can't even go back to sleep. Oh did I mention that my skin is completely broken out 16 year old style for the first time in a year, and I am out of actual foundation to cover that shit up, because I haven't had time to drive to the closest (20 minutes away) place in this town to replace it. I know what you're thinking, Z, those sound like the signs of roid rage; acne, irrational bouts of anger about the tiniest thing, violent thoughts directed at the cat, but fear not, it's just my unique personality, a touch of PMS and bad genes. (All the women on mom's side of the family have beautiful, perfect, glowing skin so thanks dad for the gift of adult acne, and the years of pain and suffering.)
Wow, I hope this is funny in a few hours.