You know how people are always saying, “ugh, Monday” and acting as though the day has actually done something to them? Well, that was actually the case with my Monday.
The day started off super awesome, I had big plans – my first day at Pure Barre Ann Arbor. The studio is about 30 min away, so I signed up a week before hand and was like a kid on Christmas anxiously waiting for my first class. The alarm was set, I put on my cutest outfit and made the drive over only to find a dark studio. Turns out class was cancelled at the last minute.
(Picture from their site, don’t let the open door fool you.)
To say I was in a bad mood would be fair. I certainly wasn’t mad, but I felt like a balloon when the air is let out. Whomp, whomp. It was 7:30am and I was decked out in gym gear and ready to go.
I made the best of it by wasting time and money at Whole Foods before driving back to my side of town. Sure, I was able to knock out several errands and still be home in time to see Kelly and Michael, but I was not happy.
Unfortunately, no amount of BBQ Popchips, walks with Henry or other distractions could snap me out of my bad mood.
I had an appointment on the clear other side of town (30 min in the other direction) and planned to hit up the gym afterwards and then my standard Monday night yoga.
5 miles later and I peaced out. Forget Monday.
The only redeeming part of the day was watching Tierra FINALLY go home. Blach. Homegirl had a worse Monday than me. Fact.
Bye- bye, crazy.
I am on my way over to Pure Barre for another go at class again this morning. Here’s hoping class is actually on. Or, at least I will check the schedule before I leave the house this time.
Have you ever had a class cancelled?