Charlie on being a moron and gym snafus
Only a real idiot cannot remember what day their college resumes classes after the holidays. I am one of those real idiots.
I have a large calander in my spare room that is jam packed with dates for business meetings, birthdays, paydays, bill due dates, and, yes, school events. Somehow I managed to flip the dates for the first day of Spring semester and the day one of my tuition bills were due. Until Sunday night at around 11pm I was under the impression that my classes began yesterday morning, when in fact they don’t begin until the next Tuesday.
This wouldn’t be so embarrassing if I had not announced that I had to go back to school on Monday to all of my coworkers and clients, so they would realize how my schedule would be modified for the next few months. Yep, they think I am an even bigger moron than they thought I was last week, and that is quite a big moron.
Another couple embarrassing moments in my life have taken place in the gym. The gym that I used to attend came under new management a few months back and had grown increasingly shitty, so I recently joined a newer, cleaner gym. On Friday I finished lifting legs and I jumped on the treadmill. Because my calves were really sore I decided to back pedal on the treadmill. I had a nice rhythm and pace going and I was starting to really get into the motion when I miss stepped. Instead of falling I managed to leap off of the treadmill, however, because I jumped with the momentum of the treadmill I was rocketed about twenty feet across the gym. Needless to say all eyes were on me.
The following day I was doing a clean to press motion (where you snap the bar from your thighs up to your chest then over your head in a quick movement) and I was really unsure of how much weight I could handle. So I was moving progressively up from set to set adding five pounds to a side every time. I had a random guy spotting me and I guess he forgot to put the clip on the side of the bar he loaded. When I snapped from my thigh to my chest the weights on the right side of the bar flew off and tossed me off balance. Fortunately I wasn’t hurt. Unfortunately I was once again the center of attention at the gym. Even worse, I recognized some of the staring eyes from the day before.
