Goodbye Old Friend

Well, I certainly didn't intend for it to be but yesterday (Day 5) was my day off.  It's a long story and I will spare you the details.  But my day off is gone. BOOOO

Cardio this morning - same track.  I know I need to bump it up, it's embarrassing that I'm counting that as cardio.  Next week I'll move to track 2.  It's not quite as embarrassing. 

I don't think I shared this on the other reports but I also did abs - 200 various style crunches (10 sets, 20 crunches each).  That's something I really like about the P90 - the ab workout. It's fast and intense, so it only hurts for a minute!  Plus it's an area where I really need a lot of work so it makes me feel good to think that I may actually see some progress.

We're car shopping tonight.  Our car is so old and worn out, we need a new one badly.  I am a bit sad though because I get nostalgic about silly things.  It's weird because I can't really imagine not having that car...Benny bought it for me when we were dating. I say "bought" - he financed it in his name (he had better credit) and I made the payments.  That's when I knew he loved me...it was huge for him to do that for me.

And we've had so many great experiences in that car - our first roadtrip together, driving off after our wedding, bringing M home from the hospital...  And we've driven that thing all over - a  lot of really great memories. 

It got stolen once, taken in the middle of the night right from our house.  It was such a crazy experience, the first time I had ever had anything stolen.  Benny's nieces were visiting us and we were taking them home that morning.  His oldest niece, only 9 at the time, couldn't find her hair bow and he sent her out to look for it in the car.  She opened the front door, looked out and said the car wasn't there.  But she was 9 and wasn't real motivated - "looking" for her bow consisted of her walking around in circles saying "I can't find it." - so Benny got irritated with her, thought she was being lazy and sent her out to the car again. This time she actually walked outside and came back and said the same thing.  Then we knew.  We walked outside and there was an empty space with broken glass where my car had been.  It was surreal. 

The police officer told us that it was one of the most stolen vehicles and that we would not, most likely, get it back.  So we piled in Benny's truck (the second most stolen vehicle, we were told) and made the three hour drive to take the girls home and figured we would never see that car again. 

Two days later I had a job interview for a program I had discovered called Student Support Services. I really, really wanted the job so I ignored the issues with the car and focused my energy educating and preparing myself so that I could get that job.  On the eve of my job interview, at 2:00 in the morning our phone rang.  It was the police.  They had recovered my vehicle and needed me to come pick it up immediately or it would be towed, at my expense.  I was so ramped up - I was happy that they had my car but nervous too because I had no idea what to expect...I kinda imagined it had been in a chop shop and would be a stripped down to a shell.

They were loading the suspects up as we arrived.  Which really was not a good thing because seeing them just made me 10 times more angry.  And when I walked over to my car I kicked something...I look down and it's a gun.  It was craziness. 

My car was in one piece but it was pretty trashed.  The body of the car was a wreck and the interior had been slashed with a knife and burned with a lighter...just stupid. It was so much to process, my adrenaline was in overdrive. And it took us so long...I never went back to sleep.  I did, however, manage to pull myself together for the interview.  And I told myself that if I could nail this interview after that kind of night I would never have to worry about interviewing again...

So yes, it's silly to have an emotional attachment to a car but I kinda do...and I'm kinda sad that it's her time to go....