Round 2, Easter weekend
I have deemed myself physically able to go for round 2 of the “300” workout. I am hoping to increase my reps/reduce my total time a bit each time. Watching that video clip I posted of the 300 workout yesterday was interesting. Unfortunately my gym doesn’t have a truck tire to flip and jump in and out of or a big ass bungee tied to a wall for me to run against. I was reading more about the workout, evidently only one of the actors took the 300 challenge at the end of their fitness routine where you try to do the entire circuit as fast as possible. The guy that did it completed the 300 reps in 18 minutes. That is FLYING. I’ll have to start more accurately timing how long I am taking.
Like I mentioned before, Easter weekend is no big deal to me. When I was growing up my mom would do the traditional stuff like color eggs and make baskets. I remember for a brief period Easter also was a JV version of Christmas with us getting some presents too. We did a couple Easter egg hunts around the house in Gouglersville. Easter also meant eating.
For a long time we would go to my grandmother’s for Easter and then as she got older it turned into people coming to my mom’s place to eat instead. I really don’t have a lot of big Easter memories. For me it has always been a ho-hum holiday.
This Easter almost turned into the least memorable ever. Since Mom moved here we get together with her for Easter, sometimes she cooks, sometimes we go out. When we approached Mom about it earlier in the week to set up what we were going to do, she said she would be ok if we just skipped it because she wasn’t feeling up to it. Well of course I couldn’t let that slide so we convinced her into going out to Carraba’s.
Several years ago she was diagnosed with some sort of ailment that causes dizziness. It had been better for quite awhile but in the last few months it has come back and is not going away.
Mom is annoyed with it all which I can understand. Not feeling 100% for a long period of time sucks. I remember when I had the flu thing from hell last year that screwed me up for a month, I was miserable. Well anyway I’m glad mom reconsidered and is going out with us. We don’t get to see her a ton so we didn’t want to miss out on a visit.
Last night was an interesting evening in my household. On the way home, we stopped at Publix to pick up some flowers for our neighbor’s mom who was down visiting. She had a procedure done and we wanted to grab her get well flowers. So we get home and Ali preps the flowers and has them ready to go. She was going to just run them over, say Hi and then scoot back over so we could watch Survivor. She went over around 8:30.
Well the quick trip obviously wasn’t so quick when it was just before 9 and there was no sign of her. While I was out walking Nicki, she left a message on the answering machine saying that she was just hanging out, having fun and would be back soon. Well I wrote her off for watching Survivor and knew what was probably going to happen so I also fed the pets and filled out the grocery list.
9:30 came and I was annoyed. Not all that annoyed that she was there, more annoyed by the call saying she would be back soon, yet she was still not back after more than an hour. I transferred Survivor to the bedroom Tivo and jumped in the shower. I hopped in my pajamas and started watching Survivor solo in bed, disgruntled. If you want to annoy me, tell me you are going to do something and then don’t do it. Ali is not very good at excusing herself from a social situation. For some reason it is a very awkward thing for her to do.
Well anyway, 9:45 came and the phone rings. Of course I know who it is. She is having a great time, she says I should come over and bring Nicki. I mask my annoyance in my voice and remind Ali that I had to work on Friday (unlike her) and that I was currently in bed, watching Survivor. She once again says she will be home “shortly” and I hang up.
Well I got through Survivor and an episode of The Ultimate Fighter on the Tivo and she still was not home, it was after 11pm at this point. I was tired but had a very difficult time settling down to fall asleep, surely because of my simmering anger about the situation. If I would have gotten one call that said “Hey I am having fun and am going to stay here awhile since I don’t have to work tomorrow” that would have been fine by me. The parameters would be laid and expectations would be set. But by telling me twice she was going to be home soon and not doing that it kept poking my grumpy muscle and prevented me from falling asleep for a long time.
Oh well, it’s water under the bridge, just annoying.