I like to think of myself as a positive person. You know, I count my blessings. When one door closes, another one opens. There is a rainbow after every rainstorm. Everything happens for a reason. Well, that is just bullshit! Bullshit!
Yesterday, I was so pysched to begin my Week 5 of my Couch to 5k program. I was wearing a cute outfit and ready to go. I laced up my sneakers, put my ipod on and headed out. I searched my ipod shuffle to find the Week 5 podcast. I found Week 3 and 4 but not 5. Where the hell was it?
I came back inside my house and put the computer on. Pulled up itunes. The podcast was on my playlist but not on my ipod. Called my husband. He was on a conference call so could not speak with me but he started emailing directions. I did everything he said. ONE. FREAKING. HOUR. LATER nothing was resolved. I nearly burst into tears. I couldn’t go for my run because I had to pick up my daughter for speech therapy.
Trust me, I have dealt with many serious issues in my life. My mother died 9 1/2 years ago. My youngest daughter was born with the cord wrapped around her neck and nearly died. I know this means nothing. But, at that moment, the fact that I could not synch my ipod made me feel like shit.
When my husband came home, he rebooted my computer, synched everything. Great! Tomorrow was another day. I would be ok.
This morning, I (once again) put on a cute outfit. Unfortunately it was raining so I had to drive to my gym. I was so excited to begin Week 5. Finally! Started my power walk and put on my ipod.
I COULD NOT FIND THE PODCAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WTF??! What did I do to deserve this? Did I trip a runner in my past life? Did I break a competitor’s leg so I could win the marathon? I could not understand why the Universe was doing this to me.
My husband kept on emailing my Blackberry, encouraging me to “salvage the day” and “keep on going“. I kept on thinking “Just the hell up!!!!”
I did run for about 15 minutes but I was not into it. I packed up and went home. Life sucks sometimes.