One Of Those Days

5.00pm, we went to the gym.
Running late, feeling tired.
No sports bra! I knew I forgot something. Damn. Push-up bra it is.
Got ready, stuffed everything into a locker just to find the lock didn't work.
New locker. Enter pin. Not sure I entered it properly, but it locks.
Treadmill, 30 minutes.
Sweating like a biatch!
Doing weights with slightly unshaven armpits. Nice. There are guys opposite.
Back to changing room.
Get my stuff, jump into the shower.
Spend ages in there, in a daze.
Exit, try to open locker. Fail.
Try to open locker. Fail.
Try to open locker. Fail.
Red light flashing. Locker is locked.
In a towel. Wet. Blind. My glasses are in the locker.
Tell the Mrs (my work Mrs). Have to shout, as she is still in the shower. Most of the changing room hears. She laughs at me.
Feel completely paralysed without glasses. Am too tired for this. Sit down for a while. Go to the toilet to waste a bit more time.
Consider staying the night. At least I'll be early for work.
The Mrs comes out of the shower. We giggle in tired resignation.
Sneak up to the changing room door. Luckily there is a staff member outside having a chat. Male. Eek.
I lean around the door, trying not to lose the towel and gain more shame.
Help! "I've locked my..." "Locker?" He laughs. Will radio down.
Guy comes up. Into changing room. The other girls stare. Yes, sorry, it was me.
"Which one?" I point. He does the special code.
Locker opens. My underwear is there, in full view. Shame.
Get dressed. Already virtually dry from having sat in my towel for 10 minutes.
Bra is soaked with sweat from my run. Eew.
Go bra-less. Feel weird.
Leave. See bus driving past as I approach the main road. Always happens. Always happens.
Shake my fist, like some 50s throwback.
Resign to waiting 20 minutes. Another comes! Bye Mrs. I run. No energy. Bus passes.
Resign to waiting more than 20 minutes. Decide to walk to keep warm. Get to next stop. Nothing in sight, keep walking. Another passes me! Just my luck. Run, but get to stop seconds too late.
Third time lucky.
Put my tunes on. Am at the station in 15 minutes.
Wander aimlessly around station when I get there. Indecisive about food.
Decide on a bagel. Smile at bagel man. Salt beef, please. 40p extra for pickles! Salt beef ain't nothin' without pickles! That biz should come as standard!
2 minutes till next train. Decide to miss it, don't want to run again.
Platform takes an age to come up. Wolf down most of bagel.
Go get hot chocolate. Smile at barista. He asks if he can tempt me with food. He laughs when I am unable to answer "no" with my mouth full of bagel.
Platform up. Run for train. Have three bags, plus bagel in one hand, drink in other. How to hold ticket?
Get on train. Drop bag. Spill a little hot chocolate. Finish last bite of bagel.
Get home. Just miss stepping in a massive pile of poo near home! Lucky...
Drop off stuff. Get undressed. Get in bed.
My boy calls. Feel all warm inside. Am sad he is under threat of redundancy. Feel bad I am hard on him sometimes. Want him to be here.
Early night. Ish. Try and wind down. Thinking about my boy. Aching. Have run more today than in the past two weeks.
Tired! Lights out. Night night.