Pilates and princesses
I'm so happy to have pilates back in my life. Things can only get better from here. It will take me about three semesters to finish the classes I need, and then I'll have to do a lot of observation of other people's teachings before I can take the certification test. But I'm up for the challenge.
I have a class 4 days a week. The mon wed classes are not as intense as the tues thurs classes. I left class last night feeling the familiar workout high that I have missed so much.
Which is good, because I stopped for gas on the way to class and some lady tried to pick a fight with me. I pulled up to the station, spotted a free pump and parked in front of it.
When I got out of my car, the lady was standing by my pump, and asked a bit rudely if I was planning to pump some gas.
I cheerfully said, "Yes, I was planning on it" and she got more bitchy and said that she was there to get gas. Her car was parked several feet away from the pump, and when I pulled up, she was sitting in her car looking at her phone. I told her that was what I saw, and it was fair of me to assume that she had either already gotten gas, or was doing something else. She accused me of getting upset, I think she really just wanted to piss someone off. I was already trembling because I get very anxious when confronted with conflict with strangers. I'm sure I came off as upset, but the logic in this situation made no sense to me. My prime directive was get gas, not, pull up and ask around if anyone was gonna use the pump that's sitting there seemingly unattended.
I told her to go ahead and get gas, and returned to my car. As I sat back down, she said, "nevermind, I'm going to put some air in my tires" What a fucking horrible waste of life cunty bitch!! She didn't want to get gas at all! So, I went to pilates and worked that shit out, and hopefully she went home and fought with her husband and children and is having a terrible day today. :)
But seriously. Pilates helps me to let that shit go. I love it.
I have a class 4 days a week. The mon wed classes are not as intense as the tues thurs classes. I left class last night feeling the familiar workout high that I have missed so much.
Which is good, because I stopped for gas on the way to class and some lady tried to pick a fight with me. I pulled up to the station, spotted a free pump and parked in front of it.
When I got out of my car, the lady was standing by my pump, and asked a bit rudely if I was planning to pump some gas.
I cheerfully said, "Yes, I was planning on it" and she got more bitchy and said that she was there to get gas. Her car was parked several feet away from the pump, and when I pulled up, she was sitting in her car looking at her phone. I told her that was what I saw, and it was fair of me to assume that she had either already gotten gas, or was doing something else. She accused me of getting upset, I think she really just wanted to piss someone off. I was already trembling because I get very anxious when confronted with conflict with strangers. I'm sure I came off as upset, but the logic in this situation made no sense to me. My prime directive was get gas, not, pull up and ask around if anyone was gonna use the pump that's sitting there seemingly unattended.
I told her to go ahead and get gas, and returned to my car. As I sat back down, she said, "nevermind, I'm going to put some air in my tires" What a fucking horrible waste of life cunty bitch!! She didn't want to get gas at all! So, I went to pilates and worked that shit out, and hopefully she went home and fought with her husband and children and is having a terrible day today. :)
But seriously. Pilates helps me to let that shit go. I love it.