But the end of my day kind of sucked.
This morning I went to my physical fitness class at 5:30 am knowing that everyone else would be taking a test of their ability to run 2 miles, do push ups and sit ups...and I would probably be failing this test miserably. I have a pulled hamstring and a torn rotator cuff so pushups are a no go, and as for sit ups, well I can do SIT UP. As in one, the "proper military way" (hands behind head etc). When I got there my instructor said to me, "What time does the gym open?" and I said, "6:00." and he said, "See ya." I was STOKED because I really didn't want to risk reinjuring my hamstring when it was just getting back in shape. So I went to the gym and worked my butt off on the climbing/gliding machine that I love so much for 30 minutes until I couldn't go another second. After that I went to weigh in and made weight (thankyouverymuch) and proceeded to shower and spend the next 7 straight hours in class. After all that I checked my email and there was an email from one of the cadre members basically chewing me out for having "skipped out on the PT test". He was nice enough about it be the end result was clear, I was shamming and he didn't like it.
It made me cry.
I wrote him back and explained the situation to him. It made me feel like crap because I have been working so hard to get in shape and then he acts like I am just playing around at this and not taking it seriously. Really? I pulled my hamstring trying to keep up with the freaking freshmen who were doing sprints after standing outside in the freezing cold. My muscles were not warm and I ended up injured. Hmm. And get this, he is not even my instructor.
I will not let this get me down. I will continue to persevere. But it made me mad. And now I have to go play nice with everyone (including this person) at a barbeque because *oh yes* my husband works with them.
Game face on. I can do this.
And just you wait Cpt. Poop Head. I will show YOU. You cannot rain on my parade and get away with it for long.
Yikes, Ronna. Who is this guy, anyway? And by that, I mean, who is he to think he has influence over you in any way? Like it matters to him? Like people don't know in the first 10 seconds of meeting you that you take your committments seriously? (insert disbelieving cuss words in here). Spit in his potato salad at the BBQ when he's not looking. (I'm such a model of Godly love and forgiveness.)
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Wow! I wouldn't want Lisa as an enemy!
ReplyDeleteAll I can do is give you another hug (((((Ronna))))). Hope you have a great weekend.
Lisa!!! I love you so much :) I did not spit in his potato salad but I did give him the stink eye :)
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