Case in point: this week and weekend marked potentially two special events in my life:
- Returning to the gym on a regular basis for the shedding of unwanted fat, toning of flabby body and improving of mental disposition and well being.
- Reuniting with some new friends we made at the recent bowling tournament.
- To go to the gym every day after work and do something, anything, just to get in the habit of going.
- Host two of our new friends for the weekend and maybe even get some tips on my bowling which has been abysmal of late.
Things started off well. I had a great spin class Tuesday. I ran 3.5 miles on the treadmill Wednesday. Plans were progressing for our friends to visit.
Then we started hitting the obstacles.
Our buddies had a house crisis which would require them to stay local for the weekend, but we just reversed plans and we would visit them at their home instead of them visiting us at ours. No biggie.
Then Jeffrey got sick and a doctor’s visit confirmed he had a sinus infection; but we remained confident his new meds would kick in and he would be better for our weekend visit.
Then we had trouble securing a dog sitter last minute, but that panned out well and a friend of ours offered to take care of Clyde for us.
Then, after I got home from the gym yesterday, I started to feel really crappy and crashed hard. This morning, I woke up with a sore throat and am off to the doctor’s for an assessment, in the hope it’s just some non-contagious irritation that can be easily soothed and remedied with lozenges and warm liquids. (Insert sexual innuendo here.)
Oh, and it’s sort of minor in comparison, but I rubbed a small part of my under arm raw yesterday where my iPod holder was strapped to my arm while I was running and listening to iTunes, so that part of my left arm is uncomfortable, despite treating it with Neosporin and covering it with apiece of gauze.
It is hard for me to not get frustrated, shake my fist at the empty sky and scream “Are you fucking kidding me with all this?” But I accept that I am powerless over the incidental and coincidental things that pop in life and all I can do is try my best to resolve them and or alter my plans accordingly.
I’ll be pissed if I don’t feel well enough to make spin class tonight and if we have to cancel plans to see our friends this weekend. Both are things I REALLY want to do. Emphasize on the REALLY.
Alas, life is what happens to us when we’re busy making other plans. If I have to put a positive spin on this whole thing:
- I am grateful to have a job that allows me to leave for medical appointments,.
- I am grateful to have affordable health insurance and a doctor available to see me as needed,.
- I am grateful to have friends who would help us out with Clyde
- I am grateful to have friends riends who are understanding if we have to cancel plans this weekend.
But, I still want to punch something hard in frustration. Grrrrr!