You ever just have one of those moments (or days, weeks, years) that you seriously worry about yourself? A moment that you even shock yourself over your own idiocy? Well, I had one of those the other day at the gym. (Sadly, these moments are fairly commonplace)
Much like blogging, running and I have not been spending much quality time together. Between work, the Beach Body thing and school I have been a tad overwhelmed. That and it is 1000°F outside in Phoenix during the summer.
With it being hot as hell in July I opted for a run on the treadmill at the gym in the air conditioning. I may have been a tad dehydrated from drinking a couple of Blue Hawaiians the night before (Don’t judge me! They are delicious) so the 5 miles I put on the old “dread”mill were brutal.
Trying to maintain an upright position while walking out of the gym, post-run I see my adorable little bright blue Focus start to back up out of the parking spot where I left it.
Understandably this freaks me the FUCK out, and I start to run at the car, waving my arms and yelling “STOP!”. As I run at the car, an older man looks at me in his rear view and punches it, speeding out of the parking lot (I am sure I looked VERY scary and psycho).
While I chase after him a few more steps, I run right by the Jeep that I drove to the gym. NOT THE CAR. WOOPS.
Thankfully I haven’t seen that driver or the car there since. Not my proudest moment, but still rather funny.