Hustle

Guess what I did today?

Yep! I actually, finally, really made it to the gym!

Sorta.

Come on, you didn't really think it was going to be that simple, did you? 

So I had one shot - a small window between 2-3 that I could go. I watched the clock all day, just to make sure I didn't miss it. You know how that happens, you're working on something and then you look up and it's an hour later. Or maybe that's just me.

But I was dealing with budget stuff - trying to get our fiscal year closed out and I don't have an administrative assistant soooo you can imagine how that went. How do I do this addition and subtraction thing, again?

So 2:00 comes and I stop what I'm doing. Right in the middle of it. I just stop. Which just kills me, by the way. I grab my bag, get dressed. And...where are my shoes? WHERE ARE MY SHOES?

Are you kidding me? I don't have tennis shoes? Seriously? 

So I'm beyond frustrated. Can I just get to the gym?

But I'm out of options. I'm wearing gladiator sandals, which obviously won't work. And I have nothing in the car. But damn it, I am not letting this happen. So I decide I'm going to go buy some.

I grab my wallet and head out to Dicks, which is right down the street. If I hurry, I can get in 30 minutes at the gym, maybe more if I find something super quick. Never mind that I'm wearing gym clothes. And not cute gym clothes either. No, not like those pretty girls that come straight from the gym in their coordinating outfits and cute little shorts. No, I've got on a ratty old t-shirt and leggings. Cute, real cute.

So off to the store I go! The problem is that I just returned from conference. And I fronted the money from my account.  My itty, bitty barely there account.  And I haven't gotten my reimbursement check yet so I'm pretty much broke. I call the husband as I'm driving, explain the situation and ask him to front me some money.

And he said NO!

It was actually more of a hell no.

Buy new shoes? For what? Just don't go to the gym. But I've been trying to get back on track since last week, I really need to go! Can't you just wear the shoes you have on? Nooo, you have to wear athletic shoes to the gym. It's nice outside, just walk around outside or something. 

Clearly, he didn't understand the gravity of the situation.

Now, I'm already aggravated at the situation:  my shoes are gone, they should have been in that bag and they weren't, and now I gotta run around and waste my gym time. And then he says no! Which pisses me off because 1. well, honestly, I'm a spoiled brat that doesn't like to be told no and 2. if it was me, I totally would have said yes! Of course, that's easy for me to say that since he's never had to ask...

I'm in Dick's parking lot when I realize there is no talking him into it. He's completely immune to me. But I don't want to give up...

Then it hits me. The thrift store down the street! I ran in and grabbed the first pair of tennis shoes that were my size.  Well kinda sorta close to my size. I have small feet and apparently, everyone that donates to this shop does not. So I found some that were close. Or close enough. And they're not even like real tennis shoes - I think they're more like climbing shoes or something. But they would work.

And totally judge me for getting thrift store shoes. I know, it's kinda gross. My sister gets thrift store shoes all the time. Really cute ones. But there's just something about putting my foot into a shoe where someone else's stinky, sweaty foot has been that I never really found appealing. Today, however, I didn't care.  I just tried not to think about it when I was putting them on.

So, I only get half points for the gym today.  But full points for innovation and hustle.  I'll take it!