Frantic

Last night I was having the best sleep. I listened to my relaxation tape, set my alarm clock for 3:00 a.m. and was out like a light. The husband got up sometime in the middle of the night, and I was vaguely thinking that I should look at my alarm clock. I told myself “No, you set it, don’t worry about it. Enjoy the sleep”, so back to sleep I went. The next time I woke up, I rolled over and looked at the clock. “OMG, it’s 5 a.m.! I should’ve left for work 10 minutes ago! “ I’ve missed my morning workout and now I’m 10 minutes late to the carpool!

I run to the kitchen where I have my Treo juicing, and pick it up to text the buddies, but it starts vibrating in my hand. Ah, one of the carpoolers is not on board…no need to tell him what a screw-up I am. I text the other one and tell her that I’m running 10 minutes late. No shower, slug down my protein drink and zoom off. While in transit I sent the following message to her “I’m driving” to let her know that I’ll be driving us. It’s too bad I didn’t finish the sentence cuz she took that to mean I’m driving myself and you’re on your own Sista! What a dope I am. When I get to the meet spot and realize she’s not there, I call her and she’s already in the commute. I figure since I’m running late anyway, I might as well pick up the coffee creamer.
Since I’ve been on this healthy kick, it bums me out not to exercise.