Fifteen minutes. That's how long I said I could lay on my bed and relax before getting up and changing my clothing more suitable for BodyCombat. And an hour later I open my eyes and see that the class started over five minutes ago. Belgium!!!! I wait for this class every week. It is the one thing that makes my Wednesdays (in addition to C.S.I when it's running). And the funny thing is, I don't even recall ever falling asleep or waking up! I didn't even feel like an hour!
I'm sad. Not only did I miss going to the gym altogether but I also missed my favourite class by my favourite instructor. =( Actually, I think I'm going to change the emoticon into the crying one. That's closer to reality. Damn... I missed going through the entire new Combat programme for the second time. Next time won't be until next Sunday and before that I have the bloody pedagogical basics lectures, ten long hours. Ten hours because of which I miss one old Combat and one old Pump and one old Balance. Fuck. Why does everything go to hell today?
