So I want to share a little snippet of my day with you. Today is a rainy day. I woke up at the crack of noon to a dark room filled with the sweet sounds of summer rain. I finally roused myself from the comforts of my bed and got ready for the gym at 2:00.
I went to the gym, intent to get my run in (if you don’t know why, read up on that here-I love shameless plugs!) and was dismayed to find an empty parking garage. Even on Memorial Day, people go to the UCF gym. I found out the gym was closed. Should have seen that coming since my office was closed too and they’re both UCF facilities. Derp.
I went home and decided I would run around my apartment complex. I was less than thrilled because A) running around apartment complex sucks and B) it looked as though the rain could pick up again at any moment. But then I had a stroke of genius. I have an apartment gym! I could just use the treadmill.
That went well for a while. I was listening to my Harry Potter audiobook, shedding calories, thinking about how great my life was. All of a sudden, though, things took a turn. The room went dark and my treadmill stopped abruptly. If you’ve ever been on a treadmill that stops abruptly in a now dark room, it’s a little surprising. I screamed a little (loudly). Thankfully, I was in the room alone. Seconds after everything crapped out, it all came back on just in time for a loud thunder boom. You don’t have to tell me twice. I was off that treadmill heading for the door immediately. You may not know this about me, but I’m not fond of thunder. Lightening isn’t great. But thunder scares the shit out of me, for lack of a better phrase.
I left the gym through the pool area to see a lot of tipsy college students making their way away from the watery deathtrap they had been soaking in. It was as if someone came and yelled, “It’s GO TIME, people!” They were just acting so fast.
Walking through the complex towards my apartment, there was another, louder thunder boom. I’m not ashamed to say I stopped, plugged my ears, and closed my eyes until it was over. No shame.
Moral of the story: something or someone did not want me to finish my workout today. I respect that.