You know why so many people hate Mondays? Because they suck.
Ya know how I spent the weekend in/driving to/from Pensacola, Florida? Did you know they’re on good ol’ central time? Well, they are, which means they’re one hour behind me. It’s nice when you have to get up early, bad when you have to stay up late.
Well I got back Sunday afternoon, as I mentioned before, and set my alarm before heading to bed.
Except my phone was still on central time. I kept waking up and waking up and my phone said 4:00, 4:15, 4:30, etc. So I figured I’d stay in bed to not wake Sean up. Then the alarm finally went off at 5:00, and Sean went to the kitchen to get breakfast. I heard him say, “Well this isn’t good.” So I went to check it out, and it was 6:00!
Since Sean’s car is on the fritz we’ve been carpooling and we normally LEAVE THE HOUSE at 6:00 A.M. Needless to say, this was an anxiety attack in the making for me, the compulsive early bird. Sean was just going to take his time, eat some breakfast, whatevs, no biggie. After a mini-melt-down I made Sean multitask and eat breakfast while getting dressed and feeding the cat and making his lunch. We COULD NOT be late.
I ended up high-tailing it to work (normal Atlanta speeds) and made it at 7:05. Yeehaw!
It was another one of those “Sean ran ahead of me and I sucked at running and then I got mad at myself so I sucked even more at running” runs.
I quit halfway. It was sad and ridiculous and dumb. And I even almost started crying because I went into self-pity mode where I think, “Oh em gah, I suck at life and my ability to run right now is reflective of my entire life.” Which is false. But I get a little melodramatic when I get upset.
But as one of my new favorite bloggers, Peanut Butter Runner wrote today: Life is what you make it. So I’m going to take responsibility for making my own day crappy and try to make Tuesday better. Wish me luck!
P.S. I’m messing with the layout of my blorg, so forgive me if things look a little sketchy for a while. It’s still me.