It made me seriously cranky, did I mention? As in, as I walked home, sans workout and very frustrated, I muttered to myself with a lot of f-words. I really, really hate it when my time is wasted. Especially when I am paying money for gym facilities, and the people I am paying did not uphold their end of the bargain. Not only did they waste my time and my money, they wasted all the willpower I'd expended on trekking to a new location, which was not inconsiderable for me; I am doing okay with gym-going so long as I can keep to a routine, but it takes extra emotional effort to work out when that routine is broken.
I'm still angry about it. I sent them an angry email this morning, delineating exactly how they had wasted my time. I don't expect I'll get a refund for this week, but I bloody well better get an apologetic email.
When I got home, I did some exercises with my 15-pound dumbbells. It wasn't enough, really, but it was something. I could've saved myself an hour and done that in the first place.
I needed soothing, so I started reading Dead and Buried by Barbara Hambly - I've been saving the three most recent Benjamin January mysteries for just such an occasion. I stayed up late reading it.
Now I just need to let go all that anger. Breathing out....