What a day!

I should have known that this was going to be quite a day when I woke up for the first of few times around 2am. I am currently trying to fight a cold that has been going around Rochester. A barber at the coffee shop today told me that a lot of his customers have been coming in with the same cold/flu like symptoms-I should be fine in three days he said. So much for doctors-his advice was a lot cheaper.

Around 6:30am I just decided to call it quits, get up, and get ready for my workout at the gym at 8am. When I got into my car I realized that I needed fill up the gas tank. Don't worry, the story/blog gets more interesting (just read on.). After I got gas I realized that I didn't have my credit card anymore. I spent twenty minutes at the gas station trying to look for my card. I even had the woman working at the gas station rewind the tape and see whether or not I dropped the card on the ground. By the way, this sort of scared me. How often are you on video tape without realizing it? I think I'm going to start dressing up more often-or maybe not.

After that debacle I headed to the gym. I still didn't have my credit card but I would be late with my appointment with Dave, my trainer, if I didn't leave the gas station. The workout was great. Two of my teammates joined me for the workout and it made things competitive but fun. I do have to say that I won one of the portions of the workout when we were timed-I'm not competitive.

After the gym I headed for morning practice. I did manage to find my card stuck on the side of the driver's side when I got out to head to the fencing club. Lucky me. Things seemed to be looking up-fencing practice was fun and productive-I thought that my day was starting to turn around.

But then......cue the music (dun dun dun). Someone broke into my car through the driver's side window. All I could think was how lucky I was to have found my credit card beforehand. Whew! There was glass everwhere but nothing was really stolen. Well, nothing of non sentimental value I guess. They could have taken my yoga mat or my blanket from the Sydney Olympics, but they didn't take that. I guess they didn't want my Amy Winehouse cd either-too bad for them.

My suspicion is that it was some high school kid from across the street that was attending a football game. I feel like someone older would try to take the radio or something else. Who knows? I'm just glad they didn't take my yoga mat-which is rather expensive, may I add. Who knew that centering oneself creates a need for an expensive styrophome mat? Oh yeah, I am also glad that it was a nice sunny day so I wasn't getting rained on when I drove home.

My insurance sent me to "Jimmy the Greek" to get my car window repaired. Well, technically the name is "Rochester Auto Glass" or whatever but everyone working there was greek. It turns out they had a window for my Jetta, but it wasn't the right window so I have to wait until Monday to get it replaced. Meanwhile, I have an ill fitting window on the driver's side. Oh well.

It's interesting to me-I have been going to that same fencing club for eighteen years and nothing has happened to my car or my parents' car, or any other car for that matter, in all that time. I am hoping this is just a fluke accident.

The other thing I observed about this situation was my instinctual reaction to start to protect myself. For example, I am not usually so cautious about leaving things in my car when I go into a store or sometimes I don't even lock my car when I am at home, but those little things began to look different to me. It just takes one time or one little incident to change your patterns. However, I refuse to think ill of the area because I spend so much time there but I can tell that my instincts about safety will change after this incident.

So-this blog wasn't so much about fencing but not everything is about fencing all the time. I definitely have more posts to come-I think I'm too much of a perfectionist sometimes to post some of the drafts. Maybe I should work on that when I use my expensive yoga mat at yoga class.