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Feb. 22nd, 2013 11:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicYesterday was not a good day. I woke up to news that my husband's grandfather had passed away in the early morning. This was completely expected and non-shocking, but it is still difficult for the family, McKenzie especially. His dad came and got him from the regional, and I met everyone in Salem after work. Most things are taken care of, and by the time I joined them, there wasn't a lot left to do. I wrote the obituary, which I'll post here later. I also wrote Vi's when she died in 2008. I think it's a real honor to do that, and the family loved what I wrote, so that's nice.
An unrelated incident has been eating me since yesterday, and I don't know if my reaction is just displaced sadness/frustration or what, but I thought maybe venting would help me feel better anyway. This is a venting post. I'll do something more proper to honor Grampa when I have a reasonable amount of time to put into it.
In my training program, Thursdays are the longer of my mid-week runs, and this week is the first of five weeks of five-mile Thursdays. I brought outdoor running gear, but it was shitty outside, so I wore shorts and ran on the treadmill at work instead. There's a tiny little gym here with about five cardio machines and random weights and other equipment, and basically I'm always in there alone. Occasionally there will be other people overlapping, but only once have I seen someone else use the treadmill while I was there. And I go at 11:30 every day. Every. Damn. Day. (That I'm here, anyway.) Anyway, I got on the treadmill in a foul mood already, and dreading the longer run, and as soon as I got on, a girl I'd never seen before came in and asked me how much longer I had.
Her: How much time do you have left?
Me: I don't know, I just started...like an hour?
Her: AN HOUR?!
Me: Well, 50 minutes or so.
Her: Isn't there a half hour limit?
Me: No...?
Her: Are you sure?
Me: Yes...(it's an office gym that hardly anyone ever uses and there are no rules posted anywhere.)
Her: Seriously, an hour?
Me: Yes...sorry...
Then she stormed out and I didn't see her again. I had never seen her before, either. I wanted to explain to her that I would go outside if I could, that I'm on a strict training schedule, that I was having a shitty day and didn't need her attitude, that I was there EVERY FUCKING WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, and FRIDAY at EXACTLY THE SAME TIME and while that doesn't grant me ownership of the treadmill, it just felt like a slap in the face for someone who's never in there to question the appropriateness of my use of the machines. But I didn't have these conversations with her, because she rolled her eyes at me and stomped out, and honestly I'm pissed off that the last thing I said to her was that I was sorry, because I'm fucking not. Fuck you. I would have been empathetically sorry if you had been nice. I know how much it sucks to be planning a specific workout and then the equipment not be available. I HAAAATE that. But I also hate you for being so rude to me. It felt like a kick while I was already down, and I had a terrible run anyway, and believe me, I didn't wanna be there for an hour. But I got through my run and I'm about to head down there again now, and I hope I don't see that bitch. Actually I hope it's nice enough to run outside. But gah why can't it be a person's default to be nice to others? I know I haven't always been that way, but my life has gotten so much better since I started making a conscious effort to default to nice, and I wish others would do it, too. Sigh.
Time to run.
An unrelated incident has been eating me since yesterday, and I don't know if my reaction is just displaced sadness/frustration or what, but I thought maybe venting would help me feel better anyway. This is a venting post. I'll do something more proper to honor Grampa when I have a reasonable amount of time to put into it.
In my training program, Thursdays are the longer of my mid-week runs, and this week is the first of five weeks of five-mile Thursdays. I brought outdoor running gear, but it was shitty outside, so I wore shorts and ran on the treadmill at work instead. There's a tiny little gym here with about five cardio machines and random weights and other equipment, and basically I'm always in there alone. Occasionally there will be other people overlapping, but only once have I seen someone else use the treadmill while I was there. And I go at 11:30 every day. Every. Damn. Day. (That I'm here, anyway.) Anyway, I got on the treadmill in a foul mood already, and dreading the longer run, and as soon as I got on, a girl I'd never seen before came in and asked me how much longer I had.
Her: How much time do you have left?
Me: I don't know, I just started...like an hour?
Her: AN HOUR?!
Me: Well, 50 minutes or so.
Her: Isn't there a half hour limit?
Me: No...?
Her: Are you sure?
Me: Yes...(it's an office gym that hardly anyone ever uses and there are no rules posted anywhere.)
Her: Seriously, an hour?
Me: Yes...sorry...
Then she stormed out and I didn't see her again. I had never seen her before, either. I wanted to explain to her that I would go outside if I could, that I'm on a strict training schedule, that I was having a shitty day and didn't need her attitude, that I was there EVERY FUCKING WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, and FRIDAY at EXACTLY THE SAME TIME and while that doesn't grant me ownership of the treadmill, it just felt like a slap in the face for someone who's never in there to question the appropriateness of my use of the machines. But I didn't have these conversations with her, because she rolled her eyes at me and stomped out, and honestly I'm pissed off that the last thing I said to her was that I was sorry, because I'm fucking not. Fuck you. I would have been empathetically sorry if you had been nice. I know how much it sucks to be planning a specific workout and then the equipment not be available. I HAAAATE that. But I also hate you for being so rude to me. It felt like a kick while I was already down, and I had a terrible run anyway, and believe me, I didn't wanna be there for an hour. But I got through my run and I'm about to head down there again now, and I hope I don't see that bitch. Actually I hope it's nice enough to run outside. But gah why can't it be a person's default to be nice to others? I know I haven't always been that way, but my life has gotten so much better since I started making a conscious effort to default to nice, and I wish others would do it, too. Sigh.
Time to run.
