Tuesday night is kettlebell night. I swapped Sophie out for my friend Sandy (we pawn off our kids on one poor, under-paid babysitter on Tuesday nights) and we headed to class. Only to find that the place was completely locked up. We waited until 5 minutes after class started, and no one showed up. No e-mail, no facebook message, just no show.
We were not happy, especially because we drive 35 minutes one way to get to kettlebells. And, by the time we screwed around waiting, getting gas, and driving through ridiculous construction, we were gone as long as we would have been if we actually had class. And yet none of the body-strengthening benefits. Grr.
I'd like to say I came home and did some alternate workout, but, well, that would be a lie. Good thing I ran this morning. Because I'm pretty sure prepping scorecards for golf league and eating pizza do NOT count as training.