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Lately I have been having some confusion about my varying workout classes. You see last Friday I showed up at Pilates at 9:00 and I was all proud of myself for being on time except I walked in and Amanda said “Lynn, class is at 9:30” so then I had to waste some time which I did because I’m good at that but STILL.
When I got there at 9:30 she pointed out that ALL my classes started on the 30 like 8:30 or 9:30 so there was never any need to show up at a different time. This is confusing because one of those classes used to be at 9:00 and I’m positive that’s the problem in my brain (well, one of them at least.)
So yesterday was Thursday (when I’m writing this. Calm down because I have no idea when I’m posting it so even if it’s not being posted on a Friday just assume the day before was a Thursday okay?) and I was sitting on the couch. Now on Thursday’s I have my shrink appointment at 11:00 and I was sitting there thinking “hmmm…I don’t remember having Pilates from 9:30-10:30 and then having to race to my shrink appointment” and I was thinking and thinking and then the light bulb in my brain went off.
That’s because I don’t have Pilates on Thursdays; I have SPINNING. Then I thought, “Damn, I have spinning at 8:30” so that totally explained why I’m never racing from Pilates to my shrink appointment.
Unfortunately, this entire brainstorm occurred at 8:40 and I had already missed my spin class because I had my days mixed up. Then I had to go work out all by my lonesome and I never work out as hard that way. Then I decided I’m losing my marbles and why can’t I seem to ever remember this crap and to make myself happy I plugged in my Christmas tree which is like a beacon of light but it still didn’t make me happy.
Then I left and went and work out and my day descended into chaos and anarchy or perhaps that’s just all the young adult post-apocalyptic books that Keely keeps making me read, I can’t even distinguish the difference anymore.
I have no clue actually: about the books or the workouts or this post or about anything actually. Nonetheless, I’m calling this a post.