Bittersweet

Had a crazy day at work on Tuesday so i couldnt get to the lunchtime wod and i barely got to the gym before the 545p class that i had to coach so i didnt get to wod. Classes went well (it seemed as if everyone liked the new 800m run) but for some reason my onramp ran very late and i didnt get started with the endu class until 850p. right there i knew that getting up early was going to be tough - even though i had to get up early because i need to take a long lunch from my regular 9-5 to see my sister off at the airport the next day.

Next day: I get to my parents house and my mom is crying. Not a good way to start the trip to the airport. Got to hold Noah and put him to sleep before helping my sister zipper close all of her bags. it was surprising that she only had 6 pieces of luggage considering she was leaving for the year but then i remembered that only a little less than 2 months ago the fire in their apartment pretty much destroyed everything - then i was really surprised that she had 6 pieces of luggage to take. It was mostly noah's stuff though. did my best not to tear up - but it happened anyway. Im not going to lie, i thought i was going to be the tough guy but it went a lot worse than expected as the whole family was helping her bring all the bags into the airport. i was consoled by the fact that she was happy/excited about starting this new chapter in her life - and that i saw the econfirmation ticket for her return in mid january.

didnt get a chance to wod because i took a long lunch and stayed at work late. I was looking forward to a nice evening (rented Minority Report on bluray) but then got schooled in my own kitchen - subject: douchebaggery. Night did not end well at all. i drank with the hope that today goes better. just got up and finished typing this blog. note to self: the day will not be better when you finish a whole bottle of hennessey and you have to work the next day...