Bad Day
Some people deserve a slap in the face , I deserved a slap in the facE in this case
The start of my day surprisingly started in the gym early in the morning so you can probably imagine what went wrong.
You know when you are at the gym and you’re feeling good on the treadmill? I was slowly increasing the speed to see how fast I could walk before my body would give in to jumping forward, running. When walking on a road or a non-moving one I can go pretty fast. I’d made it to 8, and my legs were on fire, but I thought I could ramp it up a bit more.
I chose to slowly increase the speed because normally I’m not the most gracious at speed. I’m very unbalanced. Feels like if you stood a cheesy string up on one end it would just flop over, same with me, almost falling over every step.
So I go to increase the speed to 10, like a normal person who wants to do some exercise. But based on my previous performance from earlier, being clumsy (Input Treadmill first kerfuffle), I press 18 after being unbalanced.
So now I’m in a fight or flight situation. Two possible options:
Option 1, I go for it, knowing I’ve never run at that speed ever. If I just give it a go maybe I’ll succeed and I’ll come out the other side knowing I can run that fast. I’d most likely fall over, but it’s the experience that matters rather than the results.
Option 2, I could put my feet on either side, on the part that doesn’t move, and then turn the machine off. That’s the smart option, as I’d be safe and would most likely not fall off.
I am a very unlucky person who doesn’t handle stressful situations that well. So instead of all of this I decided to choose Option C, I had no thinking, I just went for it.
As it was speeding up, my thought was to just roll backwards and get off at the end. Obviously incredibly stupid. I slipped at the end and, face to treadmill occurred. It was rather painful. I hit the deck. Looked like I failed to do the worm. Double whammy.
Wasn’t feeling great
Currently, I feel like I’ve had a flat iron to the face and then someone has shoved chopsticks up my nose and through my head, and is now funnelling olive oil down the holes and it’s pouring out my face. Then I’ve got a cough, but obviously someone has sanded my throat with a holly bush. And sneezing just gives me slight whiplash. My thighs hurt like I’ve had a long, intense life and now going through arthritis. Everything just grinding and screeching. And to add the cherry on top of this cupcake, I had some poor bloody chicken so I don’t know if or when the valves will open. I’m sipping on milk as I don’t know what coffee might do to me. Living right on the edge. But it’s definitely not a certainty at this point. But with all odds against me, I think I’ll be ok.
Evening of pain
I decided to walk instead of taking the tube home as it was quiet and stuffy, and if it’s hot and stuffy on the surface, you bet your arse it will be horrific underground. With my luck, I’d be screwed. So I was walking to London Bridge and I had my headphones on, it was smashing. The mood was great until I was coming up to my approach to London Bridge.
A notch out of the corner of my eye, a man, an older man, with a tray of doughnuts. When I say tray I mean more of a plate. There were 4 to 8 of them, depending on how I feel.
Well, he was eating one and I thought, ah, he’s just testing the product and therefore a good salesman. If you haven’t been testing the stuff you are selling, then surely you can’t sell it. Like sell me a home if you’ve never had one, or sell some meat even though you are vegan. Water tiers too much. But you get the idea.
So I was walking and noticed him and his plate of doughnuts, and so I thought it would be like when you go to a market and they give you a free sample. Maybe he was starting a sweet shop and this was his way into the industry, or he was just having a good morning. So as I walked past, in my mood and feeling good, I grabbed a doughnut, my doughnut, and said thank you, as I’m a kind person, and then swiftly took the cut to the train station.
Now I realised soon after he was following me, so as the naive guy I was, I thought I must have dropped something or forgotten to tie my shoelaces. Oh, how wrong I was. He was shouting rather aggressively and I wasn’t in the mood for this rude man. So I decided to break many of my own rules. Firstly, I just stopped and stood still in London Bridge and turned around to greet the man with the doughnuts. I had clenched fists that had left a dent in my doughnut. Sounds annoying. I then spoke, which is a huge thing for me as I don’t talk when I’m commuting, I just feel this is my time to come to terms with my day and think, as it’s the only time I have a blank mind.
Well, back to it. He looked at me with disgust, so I said Are you ok. Did I do something? Do you need a doctor? All these are normal things a worried commuter should do. But no he was livid.
I apparently stole his doughnut, which was in fact not for giving away or for other people; he was just hungry. So I asked if he wanted it back because what else was I meant to say other than sorry. I’m sorry, it’s only half of it. If you wait a few hours, I might be able to give you the rest. What was I meant to do? He obviously didn’t want it back. So I did what anyone would do in the same situation: gave him a hug, and darted for my train.
At the end of the day, it was tough. As much as I would love to sit back and enjoy a slow commute to work, I love the craziness of everything. Although these events didn’t happen on the same day, but at different times, I feel if they were put together, they would be the ultimate shit commute.