The first thing that sucked this morning was waking up, but that was to be expected. Because I set my air conditioning unit at absolute zero my room was frosty and my bed was toasty. Six o’clock flashed unappealingly, and rolling over and smashing snooze was very inviting. However, I over came, washed my face, dressed, brushed my teeth, and drove off to the gym.
The gym was the second thing that sucked this morning. It was surprisingly empty, its only patrons were three middle aged men and the guy that works the desk. Usually I like when the gym is pretty empty, because I can work out without having to work sets in with other people, however, today I think I was being stalked by the middle aged men…all three of them.
It seems that every time I began using a piece of equipment one of these men wanted to work in with me. For the most part it wasn’t too bad, just a slight inconvenience. Two instances, however, really got under my skin. One of the guys wanted to work in with me on the preacher curl bench. This is usually a nuisance because you have to re-rack the weights so frequently, but it is never dangerous; unless you don’t tighten the clips enough. The guy didn’t tighten his sides clip enough and three reps into my set the weights slid off of the left side of the bar, wrenching my right arm downward. The plates crashed onto the floor barely missing my feet. The guy didn’t even apologize; he just said “be careful”. I wanted to shove the bar up his ass, but I had a feeling he may enjoy it.
The second incident really wasn’t an incident at all, the guy just got on my nerves. He was working in with me on triceps cable pull downs and he kept saying, “C’mon, you can do more than that!” I guess that because we were pulling down even amounts of weight he inferred that I was being lazy. The truth of the matter is I was doing the exercise correctly while he was using his back, legs and shoulders to assist him. But I didn’t tell him that because I am polite and keep my mouth shut at the gym…also, I thought it would be really funny if he accidentally tore a rotator cuff.
The third thing that sucked this morning really, really sucked. I got my hair cut. Until 9:10 this morning I had a mound of brown wavy hair, it was thick and incredible. I went to an unfamiliar barber, because my former is no longer in the area, and asked him for a trim. I shouldn’t have been so vague. My hair is now nearly short enough to appear in Marine commercials. I know it will grow back but I am still bummed out about its short-ness.
The fourth and final sucky aspect of today is that it is Mondays. That means I have five full days of work to look forward to…hurrah. At least I get paid on Thursday.
