On the Road: Day #1

Sunday, Sept. 14;

I know I said I'd take hiatus with the long blog posts, but this one was just too good to pass up... get ready for a doozy.

I flew in to Tampa, FL tonight. I got in right after 6pm. I figured I'd get checked in and then run out for a quick dinner and then get back to my room in time to get some work done and read a little for school.

I asked the lady at the front desk where I could get some steak and she gave me directions to a nice little local place. I got in our suburban and headed out alone, since none of my colleagues have arrived yet. I was about a mile from the hotel when I saw what I thought was the steak place. I stopped in the left hand turning lane, and when the light turned green I went. Unfortunately, I took the turn a little too sharply. I went up slightly on the median, and when I came down I heard a nasty hiss coming from one of the tires. I turned into the place and parked. I had popped the front driver side tire... seriously popped it.

I had also turned into the wrong place. Thankfully there was an Outback Steakhouse, so I went in there ordered my dinner, sat down, and collected my thoughts. I called a few people from work to let them know what had happened. After my food came, I headed out to the car to check and see if there was a spare tire (remember, this is a company car that's on the road about 11 months a year. There are also a lot of people who are in and out of the car.)

No spare in the back, so I bent down to check and see if there was a spare under the Suburban. As I squated down, I heard this HUGE rip. I gasped and felt the back of my nice white pants. Oh yes.. they had splint from the crotch clear up to the the top of my ass crack... I DIED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I had to think fast.. what do I do? I couldn't walk back into the restaurant, because my ass was literally hanging out of my pants. Being the quick thinker that I am, I remembered that we give away free t-shirts while we're on the road. We often keep extras in the back. I sifted through the backseat and finally found a t-shirt that I could wrap around my waist.

I went back in to the restaurant and found a VERY nice couple who offered to help. We never could find the kit to change the tire, so they called AAA and had the car towed to a Firestone down the street.

In summation... the suburban is parked at the tire place with a blown front tire, the ass is torn out of my pants, I am stuck in Tampa, FL and I have to give hundreds of presentations about my company over the next week. Thankfully, I overpack!

Workout:
Fight Gone Bad partner style
6 minutes at each station, you go-partner goes, 1 minute rest between stations
Row
Wall Ball
KB High Pull
Box Jump
Push Press

Total Reps: 768???

Plus, several squats to look under the car for a spare tire. That should count for something, right?