Wednesday, May 22, 2013
I actually did drag myself out to the pool. After a hunt through the house for my missing shoe...that I had just left by the door this morning, like 4 hrs earlier...dang rat dog. At least I've more or less broken him from chewing on anything other than flipflops/cushy dr scholl's style shoes. Ugh. But I found both loafers, so out the door I went.
So, I got a little wet. I was heading to the pool anyway. After I parked at the Y, I texted my sister "when is mom's surgery?" Answer? 7 this morning. End of answer. So I text again. How is she? "In ICU" (well DUH) I text AGAIN "How did it go, what did they say, how is she?"
Reply "not good. Fine"
Yeah, LOLATURTLE, I know. Trust me, I KNOW.
I checked my Sparkpage. I had a wonderful message from an awesome friend (thank you DIDMIS) that made me feel better. It made me cry, but I also felt better.
Then I went in and spent over 35 minutes working out in the pool. 10 minutes less than class, but I work harder when I'm by myself.
Now I'm either going to treat myself to lunch out or stop at the grocery for cottage cheese and lunch meat...
Oh, and I still have my attitude going. I got out of the pool and didn't feel like messing with socks, so I said forget it, threw them in my gym bag and put bare feet in loafers.