Going the Distance

     I arrived at the gym about 10 minutes after my group X, weight training class started.  Weaving throught the already set up class participants, I was able to grab a weight training long bar and two small size weight plates along with some 7.5 dumbells and a mat.  Looking around desperately for the clips to hold the weight plates on, I finally broke down and asked someone where I could find them.   An elderly lady was nice enought to say "down stairs at the front desk."  I knew she thought I was an idiot and I didn't want to look any more unprepared that I already did, so I went downstairs and asked the front desk person for a set of clips.  She gave me the last two in the box and then I hustled back upstairs to resume what was left of the weight training class.  Everyone was nice and warmed up, some even sweating- all except me.  To make matters worse, one of the clips did not fit on the bar- it was too small.  I just used the two dumbells I had in front of me and did what little weight training I could with those.  I did not enjoy that class, to say the least.  I know I came late and I was unprepared- what did I expect, right.  Well, I made it up later by going to get a cup of coffee and reassessing my game plan.   After reading a few enteratining articles in the newspaper and having a nice conversation with a pastor of a chuch, I went home to run on my tredmill.  I was able to put on my headphones and finish a whole hour of cardio. Score. High Five. It felt good to get something in and I burned about 300 calories today. Yeah.