Today was definitely a Monday. Hopefully today does not dictate the rest of the week.
Work was actually fine, it was busy and I got a lot done. But I was busy and therefore I didn’t have time to relax and eat enough grub, so by the time the end of the day rolled around I was CRANKY.
I didn’t feel like working out but Jeff made me go for a run and then to the gym to lift. When we got outside, I turned on my Garmin. Nothing. The damn thing was dead. I pushed a bunch of buttons and then I think I accomplished a hard reset and got it working. But it was all wanky and was telling me I was running a 5 min pace per mile when I was walking. Then it didn’t quite know where I was or how far I went and just made up a mileage for me. I think it has a mind of its own now.
How the hell will I analyze my runs or know how far I have gone and at what pace?! Woe is me. I don’t want to spend money on a new Garmin, not yet. Tomorrow I will push more buttons and see what I can do to fix it.
To top it off I felt like I was running with weights around my ankles. I think I managed to get in 3 miles (but I don’t know because the Garmin is messed up) and then lifted some weights. Even lifting was a failure. I kept catching myself staring off into space and just was sitting on the weight bench like a turd thinking about what I was going to eat for dinner.
While sitting at the gym, I decided I wanted some leftover sweet potato fries. So I got home and put the fries in the toaster oven. It made some weird sounds and then never heated up. Nooooo! Now I have a dead Garmin AND a dead toaster oven.
I HATE heating things like that in the microwave so I put the stupid sweet potato fries in the regular oven. Then I went and did other things until I smelled burning. I burned the goddamn sweet potato fries and then set off smoke alarm. Now I am just in a foul mood and hate life.
I then snap at Jeff because OBVIOUSLY he was to blame for all of this. He then saves the day and orders me a pizza and says “Women, calm the F down. You crazy.”
The End.