Um, yeah, so remember that little deal I made with myself about the Killers--that I had to workout like a crazy bada$$ chick every stinking day between two weeks ago and tomorrow, the concert date, or I wouldn't let myself go?
And remember how I missed a day, and then I worked out a ton the next two days, and I went back on my own word to my own self?
And I don't think I posted since then, but it happened again--I missed a workout for no good reason at all last Thursday. I was home with a sick kid. She didn't need 24-7 monitoring or a blood transfusion, so I arguably could have worked out for 10 hours that day instead of none hours. Which is what I worked out that day: none hours.
Okay, well, Friday morning I had come to terms with the fact that my missed workout was going to prevent me from going to see one of my favorite bands, and I was sad. I was mad at my dumb self. I was disappointed.
And then one of my friends called with an amazing, unbelievable, incredible, did I say unbelievable surprise: he had a hook up for tickets to the concert that came with VIP passes, which would get us BACKSTAGE TO MEET THE BAND.
I almost wet my pants, I was so excited.
I got all silly and giggly and couldn't really concentrate the rest of the day.
And all my resolve about sticking to my promise to myself went out the window--I was going to get to MEET THE BAND!!!
So the countdown began, and I have worked out every day since then--only missed two days in the two week period, and did make up for the time lost, but I guess it wasn't enough to correct the wrong I'd set in motion in the universe.
Because I heard from my friend yesterday, the one with the amazing, unbelievable, incredible, and unbelievable surprise that his contact turned out to only have 2 tickets/passes, which meant I was SOL for meeting the band.
Disappointing, for sure. But hey, I had intended on picking up tickets at the last minute anyway, so I would just hop on to StubHub and pick some up, no problem.
Or so I thought...no, the tickets are astronomically high, too high for my blood.
So, no Killers for me.
The universe found a way to make sure I kept my promise to myself.
Stupid universe.
Stupid me for not working out every day.
I guess that's what I should do tomorrow night as further reinforcement that I can't slack, not even on one of the 151 days between now and the Mudder because when I do, bad things happen.
Maybe I'll work out to the Killers to drive that nail in a little deeper.
Don't mess with Karma, man. She'll get you every single time.
