Yesterday, in a word ?
(ok, maybe two)
Let’s rewind, shall we?
…woke up to this realization: I should be on a flight to wine country. But I’m not. <sigh> Ok, I can handle this.
…moving along. Put on my newest pair of jeans (size smaller!), cute top, animal print heels. Ok, I feel good. Off we go…10 mins ahead of schedule. This is a good thing.
…until I roll into dead-stopped traffic. In the same exact spot that I’ve hit the dead-stop for the past three days…no wait, the past two weeks of commuting to work. Welp, two hour AM commute, here I come. <sigh>
…finally roll into work around 9:30 (so late for me), ready to DEVOUR my oatmeal, PB and banana combo. Only to spill half of it on my desk. Awesome.
…spend the day getting sh*t done at work all with the goal of getting out a little early to meet my friend Michele for a barre class at the studio she just started going to in Boston (The Bar Method). <—can we tell where this story is heading yet?
…roll into traffic. Again. Red Sox are playing in the city tonight. Awesome. Make it into the city with about ten minutes to find a garage (or street parking, bwahaha, as IF). Circle the studio for 20 mins before finally calling time of death. Texted my poor friend Michele and I rolled on home.
…tears in my eyes, I spent the whole ride in silence. Adding up all of the misfires and fails from today, feeling total pity for myself. Going home. No workout whatsoever today. No husband waiting for me at home (he had class). No wine country shenanigans to be partaking in. Just me and my still-clean workout gear in my gym bag. Cue pity party for one.
…and then I came home. Made myself a quick dinner and sat down to do what I do best…I blogged it out. And reviewing the day once more as I typed up this post, I realized something. I am so ridiculous. There is no room for pity parties in the Sutera household, and certainly no room for them at EatDrinkBreatheSweat.
…and then I looked over at a package I hadn’t noticed before that my husband must have brought in from the mail. Lo and behold – this was all it took to put a smile on my face:
Annnnnnd I’m back! Sweaty fun workouts will be had today. This shirt will be worn in all of its glory. And it will be a wonderful day.
As for yesterday? I have a simple request: Can I get a do-over please?