Tennies

My foot stayed on the gas pedal and my hands took control. They were not doing what I was telling them to do. Instead, I was driven, against my will, to the gym. Now, I am usually pretty good about working out ever since I had a few college friends whip me into shape. I even took it as far as running my first half and full marathons. You would think after those huge milestones my hands and feet wouldn't have to kidnap me and drive me to the gym, but I have had the hardest time motivating myself to work out. I think I out-ran my motivation, and now it is trying to catch up.

So, as I complained in the car as the wheel turned into a parking spot (lucky for me, I found a good parking spot), grabbed my work-out bag, swiped my card to show the front desk workers how long it had been since I've last been here, and headed to the woman's locker room, I was finally getting excited to exert some of this "life stuff" that has been bringing me down lately.

Enter ladies locker room: take out sports bra, socks, shorts, shirt, ponytail. Good I remembered everything - sometimes the ponytail gets me, and I am not a fan of working out with my hair down. Ipod? Yep, got it. Good. I'm set! I begin to take off my shoes, and then it hits me. My shoes. My black and white flats. These are not shoes. My shoes. Ugh. My shoes. My tennis shoes.

Let's just say I spent a whole 5 minutes in the gym. To make it better, on my way back to the car a man asked me if it was busy inside, and I really couldn't give him an honest answer in return and replied, "I didn't really notice." He was probably confused.

Today's Life Lesson: Sometimes, life just doesn't go the way you envisioned it. I'm finding this to be true in even the small things; however, thank goodness I have the opportunity to learn from my failed attempts and try again tomorrow.

"Tomorrow to fresh woods and pastures new."
- John Milton