Final Runfessions of 2018

Here we are: In that sort of wonderful no man's land between Christmas and New Years. That time when there's no school, probably a reduced work schedule...who really knows what day it is? All fun and games aside, it's time for the Runfession Friday Linkup to open one more time to usher out 2018.
You may have noticed I'm writing on a different blog. My Wordpress one is broken. Hopefully someday soon it'll be fixed but today is not that day. Welcome to my temporary digs. Let's get started shall we?

I runfess karma is a biotch. I told you last month I saw a trainer at the gym who had a hole in the butt of her leggings and I neglected to tell her. Just a few weeks later I discovered a hole in my own leggings. In the crotchular region no less. Thankfully I was in the privacy of my own home when said discovery was made. I've been so fond of Athleta tights up to this point. Now my confidence is shaken.

Now that training for the Tokyo and London Marathons is in full swing, I spend my share of time out on long runs. Since it's winter and all, I don't come across many other runners. I don't come across many other people at all, usually no more than a few people walking their dogs. A couple of weeks ago I noticed a guy and woman out walking their dog in the park. It was one of those parks that has a poop bag dispenser. I runfess I found it odd when the guy helped helped himself to not one, not two but 8 poop bags. Either they were on a really long walk or somebody was stockpiling free poop bags.

I runfess I was a little miffed at the gym the other day. There are six bench presses and they were all occupied...by men. No biggie, I went and did something else until one opened up. I'd literally just put the weights on the bar and was about to do my first set when a personal trainer and his client approached and asked me if I was almost finished. With what one might construe as a death glare, I told him I was just getting started. Let the record show the guy next to me was sitting on his bench texting. Is it just me or could one infer the trainer figured the woman was an easy target?

I runfess I was irritated when a woman at the gym played her music out loud thru the speaker feature on her phone. She played it all through the gym, the locker room and even took it to the shower with her. When she started singing to some sort of I'm guessing Middle Eastern music, I became more entertained than irritated.

I runfess I caught my cleaning people helping themselves in my pantry. I got home around the time they usually leave. Little did I know then that they were so late, they'd just been dropped off when I saw the van pull out out of my driveway. When I entered from the garage, I noticed the pantry door was open, and I could see feet, which quickly scampered away and sprinted to the other end of the house. I found an open bag of pretzels on the counter as well as some granola. I suppose eating on the job isn't the worst offense ever but it's kind of the last straw since I'd overlooked it when they dripped bleach on the bathmat, broke a piece of Waterford and replaced it with something from Bed, Bath and Beyond...you get the idea. I haven't had them back due to renovations but now I'm pretty sure I don't want them back. 

Your turn: What have you to runfess? Do you sing in the shower? Would you keep the hungry cleaning crew?

I'm linking up with Meranda and Lacy for the Friday Five. 

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