Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Some Days its Just Not Happening

Its true with everything... some days the house just isn't getting clean no matter how hard you try. Your kids will terrorize one room while you clean another. Sometimes dinner just isn't happening. Usually it doesn't happen for me on Thursdays. After Sunday-Wednesday of being on top of my meal plans for the week, I'm done on Thursday. And even though I had something planned on the menu I pull out the box of mac n cheese or just skip dinner and go straight to ice cream. Because some days... it is just not happening.

And for me this week, it seems that running/exercise is just not happening. The lovely snow storm has blocked all paths out of my neighborhood. Unless I want to run circles around my street or into headfirst traffic on a busy two lane road at 5 am in the dark, there will be no running outside. Weather is calling for 4 more inches tonight and 18, 18!!!! more this weekend. Damn you groundhog.

This morning I dropped Drew at preschool and then rushed over to Lifetime for the 9:30 spin class I try and do on Tuesdays with my friend Keri. I knew when I was winded from walking up the stairs to the spin room that this was going to be a tough class. Let me just say... spin is freaking hard. I would rather run 10 miles than spin for 1 hour.

So 10 minutes into class my legs still felt like bricks. I told myself that if I still felt that way at 30 minutes then maybe today just wasn't my day. I hate hate hate hate hate quitting. I've felt this way before in class but always stuck it out til the end. But today I just felt defeated. I ended up getting off the bike 35 minutes in to trade off for the treadmill. Its pretty embarrassing to quit... the only way out is right in front of the instructor and everyone in the class has to watch you leave.

I put the treadmill on a low level hill workout and started to run. At about 15 minutes in I feel a tap on my shoulder. A woman I didn't know was standing there.

"Did you know you have a rip in your pants on your butt?"
"Are you kidding me. Is it bad?"
"Umm. I can see your pink underwear?"

Awesome. I ran to the bathroom to check it out and sure enough there was a rather large, very embarrassingly placed hole in the buttocks of my favorite, and only, pair of Capri pants that my fat pregnant butt had now split in two. A hole that had been exposed for 15 minutes to all of Lifetime Fitness and, even better, to the entire spin class and the instructor. A hole that would continue to be exposed to the parents and teachers at preschool when I went to pick up Drew because I didn't have time to go home and change.

Yes, some days it is just not happening. But in the famous words of one of my favorite ladies, Ms. Scarlet O'Hara, tomorrow is another day!


la mia dolce vita said...

Hahahahaha oh geez, sorry Karen! I bet the ripped spandex will have a regina george-like effect; tomorrow everyone at the gym/all the moms at preschool will be rocking the same look.

PS - My favorite Scarlet saying is:

As God is my witness, I WILL NEVER GO HUNGRY AGAIN! (as she triumphantly hoists an onion into the air)

and baby makes three said...

Oh Karen, I'm so sorry! Were they at least pretty pink underwear?!? Bring the kids over here anytime!!

The Samsons said...

GREAT story, Karen LOL! :) I know you were mortified at the time (like the time my speedo disintegrated in front of the lifeguard)but you can laugh later AND at least someone told you! good for you listening to your body and quitting. not all quitting is bad!:)

The Claybornes said...

AAhahaha! atleast someone told you and had cute unndies on. Quitting isn't quitting when you're 6 1/2 months PREGNANT!!! :)

Angela and Mike said...

At least you had on cute pink underwear. Yeah, yesterday was NOT my day either. I've been having my fair share of those recently. Not quite sure how to get out of that rut...