A half-hour of my life that I can not get back.

Yes, that's right I went up to Central for what was supposed to be a mandatory inservice and got stood up. Maybe it's because Iam the only person who doesn't use the crappy state issued email address we've been given, but I didn't even get a warning that this was cancelled. I was the only guard that showed up, and I stuck around for half and hour ( bs-ing with some chick (Kim)I met when I was on duty.) now normally sitting around for half an hour doesn't usually upset me ( afterall I do it for 6.5 hours at the bank and 3-4 hours at the pool and get paid for it.) But damn it this was valuable training time being eaten away. Pissed off as All hell I went to the weight room and cranked out a half hour of curls, leg press, extentions, over head presses, and other various crap in my bad ass Fordham swimming Tee and cargo shorts. ( before driving home and gorging on high fat, high sodium, high colesterol artery clogging finger foods ( it was movie night.)) Tomorrow I will punish my self for thoses mozzerella sticks, the pigs in a blanket and popcorn chicken. A 3000 yard pool workout, the second half of my little sis's football game ( she's a cheerleader) and then a quad killing painfull 50 mile hill climb in Washington is sounding in order. So all in all the rage of high fat snacking, inservices that I don't recieve cancelation notices for , and the fact that classes are eating into valuable ride time, will fuel me on my mission of fire. I cannot fail.
So until next time I remain the time strapped triathlete.
R.D.