It Wasn’t My Day and Then it Was

I got up this morning, made coffee, got the paper and started reading – all per my usual plan when I’m not heading out at 5:45 for a bike ride with my friends (still too dark and too cold to do that).

I was determined to get in at least a little time on the trainer, though because I really need to work those 1 leg drills to help my form. I carried my bike back upstairs (it had been in the living room where I put it after my New Year’s Day Tri) and struggled to get it in the trainer. I had an inordinately difficult time with it but finally managed to screw the turn thingie (technical term!) onto the left spindle end. I put on the shoes, got on the bike, clipped in, started peddling and the next thing I know – BAM! I’m lying on the floor with a bike on top of me. I had neglected to open up the hinge on the trainer completely and that was the result. Grumble.. mutter… mutter… Not my day. I got up, fixed the bike and did my thang.

Later in the day I banged my head on the car door getting out. Not my day.

Later still I banged my head on a beam in the attic as I put the Christmas decorations away. Just not my day.

The afternoon ended with me taking Pookie to the airport so she can return to school. The sun was low in the sky and I couldn’t see and there was a lot of traffic and I got diverted to the wrong lane. We got to the end of the terminal and I decided to pull over in the taxi area and just let her out real quick. I was a little worried but there didn’t seem to be anyone around. Or so I thought. She took off and as I started to drive away I noted a cop walking to the car, ticket book in hand. SO NOT MY DAY! I stopped and rolled down the window and must have looked totally stunned. He asked me did I know I was in a bus area? “Well sort of … I just missed my turn and … stammer, stammer”. He looked me in my very stunned eyes and said, “Did you know it was a $250 fine?”

“No! Of Course Not!” I’m sure stunned turned to dismay.

“I’ve been writing people up all day but… you got lucky. Get out of here and don’t let me see you here again”.

I uttered a meek ‘thanks’ and left.

And then, in a flash , it was my day. It was SO my day.

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