I regularly wonder, whenever a seemingly crazy scenario arises, why such a thing must be happening.
There must be some reason I am not meant to do such-and-such.
And, oftentimes, at least when I ask the Universe and God, “Why do you need it to be this way?”, something crazy comes out of it all.
Like with crazy traffic lights that won’t let me get to practice on time, despite my leaving early enough and at the usual time… I wonder if there is some cray accident that happened right where I would have been, had I been on time…, because I tend to get situations like that, and often…
Something goes crazy out of whack and just doesn’t make sense… until it suddenly makes perfect sense, due to some crazy scenario on the other end of it.
Today, I ended up stupidly sick – it appeared out of nowhere last night, as I was going to bed around 9pm, so I could get up early to attend the 5:15am workout class – and so missed going to Galveston for the day, and missed seeing my morning workout buddies at the early morning class, as planned.
I have been kind of avoiding the afternoon classes, because I didn’t really want to be around all the gorgeous and fit people when I’m feeling so unfit and fat-filled after my trip – I wanted to get some classes in in the mornings first, and then start seeing the afternoon gorgeous folk all again.
Nonetheless, when I got horribly sick, I knew I wouldn’t make it to the morning class today.
I had said that I needed to attend class every weekday this week, so I needed to go, but this sickness had me concerned I wouldn’t be able to go at all today.
When, around 2:30pm, I felt myself in extremely high energy, compared to the rest of the day so far, I knew that I was going to the 4:30pm class… it was during sunlight hours, so I would be riding only in the sunlight and not at night, when it would be loads colder, and I wasn’t guaranteed to feel alive and able for more than just a few hours, anyway, so waiting for a later class was just plain stupid – I needed the very next class possible, so I could get the workout done and, if needed, get back to bed ASAP.
And that next class was 4:30pm.
As I considered this fact, that I would be attending the one class I had kind of purposely been avoiding the past several days, I asked the Universe and God why they were determined that I attend this class.
I guess it’s meant to be, I thought.
The moment I walked into the gym, I knew that it was.
The friends I had met last week and whom I had invited to come check out and hopefully join our gym were standing in the gym.
The husband was talking right in front of me to the super sexy guy, and the wife was across the room, talking to the owner, but facing me – I saw her immediately as I entered, and she saw me… we both smiled huge smiles.
Okay… I get it.. thank you…, though can we acknowledge that this sickness totally sucks?… But yes, I know it had to suck so badly in order to keep me home this morning and until now…::sigh…but it still totally sucks… ugh…haha
***[Gross warning: avoid this paragraph, if you are sensitive to bodily function stuff]***
I mean, I was crying and choking and gagging from all the burning throat and horrible huge masses of golden and bloody mess that kept being (purposely) drawn down my nasal cavity and into my throat to be hacked out… and then I would gag again at what lay before me in the sink half the time… it was terrible…
So things did work out beautifully by getting sick and then going to that class today.
And it was a great time and a great workout; plus, super sexy guy was, as usual, super sexy and lovely. 😛
And my friends seemed really to like the workout – I can totally see them joining and totally loving it.
As for the sickness, it is still hurting me, but in an improved state of pain from last night’s and this morning’s states, which is good.
Here’s hoping for a super restful night that leaves me incredibly capable all day and evening tomorrow (when I have school class).