I'm a bad person.I had a session scheduled with my trainer this evening after work. I meet with Nicole 3 times a month at Work Out World and, so far, things have been going well. At my last measuring (about 3 weeks ago), I measured 5 lbs lighter and 5 inches smaller. Being able to whip me into shape...she obviously knows what she's doing!
Anyways, all afternoon, I was saying how I would prefer jumping off a bridge than meet with her tonight. This week just kicked my behind and I didn't think I had it in me...a workout with a petite blonde hot tamale like Nicole, that is.
Luckily (?), I got a text late afternoon that read, "In the ER with my little one. He swallowed my father's heart medicine. They need to monitor his heart rate and pump his stomach." Awful, right? As a real auntie of one and a honorary auntie of several youngsters, I know how serious this is.
The reason why I'm a bad person is that when I read this, my first gut feeling as "Oh, thank God." Clearly, not because I want anything bad to happen to my new friend or her family...or to anyone for that matter. I just read the above text as "YOU'RE FREE!"
For those of you who are appalled by my recent thoughts, have no fear. I'm meeting with her tomorrow morning and, as we all know, Karma's a serious bitch.
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