Karma sucks when you’re an asshole. Apparently I’m an asshole.

Food:

  • honey nut cheerios w/ 1% milk, banana, coffee, hazelnut creamer
  • apple, greek yogurt w/ fruit and granola
  • salad w/ tofu and light balsamic vinegar.  VitaRain Zero.
  • natural almond butter with honey and simply blackberry jam on wheat w/ 1% milk
  • Triscuits w/ reduced fat cream cheese, english cucumber slices, and smoked salmon.
  • Wine.  Chocolate Peanut Butter Moose Tracks Ice Cream.  Dove Chocolates

Exercise:

  • 50 toe push ups
  • 50 situps (25 crunches, 25 cobras)
  • Short Reilly Walk
  • Spin Class

Spin Class was great, but…  weird.  Leslie class, so it was fabulous.  My seat was taken when I got there, so I had to sit elsewhere.  So did five other “regulars.”  There’s this fat guy that’s been coming since the new year.  Sometimes he stares at me.  But when he notices me notice him staring, he looks away.  You know, like you’re supposed to do.  Yesterday he had to sit in front of me, so that was a relief.

I talk about him like I’m being judgmental.  I’m not.  I’m proud of him.  It’s clear Spin Class is so difficult for him.  Sometimes he has to sit out for drills, but he never gives up.  He’s always there, on time, he stays the whole class, and even when he sits out for part, he keeps riding.  And he’s lost some weight already.

So I was cheering when he sat in front of me, since it meant he couldn’t stare at me.  Then this other dude, who annoys me, sat on the other bike in front of me.  He annoys me b/c he wears his cycling outfit to class.  And he shaves his legs.  And he puts a pedometer on his bike.  And he sweats puddles onto the mat below him (it’s gross.)  None of these things would be such a big deal, and weren’t, until yesterday.  He was late.  Leslie was instructing us during our warm-up, and I felt eyes on me.  He was on his bike, fully turned around, neck craning, giving me a cheesy grin.  I met his eyes, grimaced (gave him my fake “wtf do you want stop staring at me asshole” grin), and looked strait back at Leslie.  He continued craning and staring.

😡

Eventually, he turned around.  But continued to annoy me by first not doing the things Leslie instructed us to do.  When she says stand: fucking stand up, asshole.  When she says sprint: fucking sprint, asshole.  Etc.  W.T.F.  ???  If you’re too good for my teacher and this class, go ride a bike somewhere else.  Period.

Then I caught this dipwad staring at me in the fucking mirror.  I’m the only one who gets to stare at me in the fucking mirror.  Look away, asshole.  Look away.

I go there to workout.  I go there to forget evaluations and Contenders and Practice Squad and Fight Club and the fight I had with Tim and Reilly pulling on her leash, etc.  I don’t go there to bat eyelashes at some fucking bald jock in his damn cycling outfit who’s craning his neck to look at me and trying to make google-y eyes in the mirror.

I was pissed.  But I just stared at Leslie and ignored him.  The staring and craning continued the full hour.  (As he poured sweat like a fire hydrant onto the mat below him.  Gross, dude.  Gross.)

So then I go to drive home, right?  Yeah.  Totally almost killed myself.  It was blizzardy on top of ice, and there’s a sharp turn w/ a cliff as you exit the Rec Center.  I was only going 20, but my brakes/steering wheel picked that moment to freeze.  My brain was processing whether the yellow-black caution sign things would hold my car when I slammed into them when I finally made the hard left and came to a stop at the curb.  (5 feet from death.  Or at least a major fucking accident and the death of my car.)

Then I went home and showered and ate salmon triscuits and ice cream and drank wine.

Here is a picture of the “cliff” from Google Earth.  It was much scarier in a blizzard.  At night…

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