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Yesterday, I worked from home for part of the day while I took my mother off to run some errands as I get her back where she needs to be and out of my house.  So, I was in bed at a decent hour last night, and I woke up this morning ready for the gym. 

Of course, once I got to the gym, the world began to conspire against me. 

1. Gym opens at 6:00 AM, but I and a few others arrive at the door a few minutes early.  We proceed to stand outside the door looking in until the clock hits 6 and the staff decide to let us in.  Nothing like standing in the cold to get you ready to workout. 
2. I stash my gym bag and coat in the locker room, and I proceed to grab a treadmill I like for my morning climb as I call it.  I step away for a quick drink of water and to grab a magazine, and I see an older woman approaching and starting to get ready on the treadmill.  Her friend—probably her equal in age—proceeds to ask if I can move to another treadmill.  Nevermind that I had effectively claimed said treadmill by putting my iPod and towel on the treadmill.  As I am a hopeless sap, I give in and give the treadmill to the old buzzard woman. 
3. I move to working out on an elliptical in the hopes that the old buzzards women finish their workout before, allowing me to reclaim my treadmill.  Naturally, that does not happen and I go the full 30 minutes on the elliptical. 
4. As I end my workout on the elliptical—nearing the end of my 5 minute cooldown—my elliptical machine suddenly loses all power.  I am left their sputtering a series of curse words, wondering what in the bloody hell happened.  The power comes back on, but my workout is now done.  As I get off the elliptical, I see one of the trainers who earlier watched me for a few minutes in the cold.  I also see the power outlet nearby the weight stack of the machine his client was using.  Some deductive reasoning leads me to believe that he nudged the power to my elliptical while throwing some plates on his client’s weight machine.  I continue muttering to myself a series of unspeakable words.  I can also tell that the trainer knows he caused my “outage,” as he does not make any eye contact with me as I leave the machine and walk right behind him. 
5. The old buzzard woman has still not cleared off my treadmill, so I decide to go for a shorter 20 minute run.  The treadmill I am on does not seem to have any flex in the deck, and I move to an adjacent treadmill after 8 minutes.  The new treadmill is 100 times better, and I finish my run there. 

So, after all of this, I then run home to get ready for work and some early morning meetings—the first of which was at 9 AM.  Heckuva way to start the day.