Sometimes A Foiled Plan Is The Best Thing That Can Happen

This morning I woke up just in time to drink some coffee & throw E-man in the stroller for a 30 min train ride to the gym. The local train was taking forever, so got on the express train which stops about half a mile from the gym, ran to the gym, down the stairs (because their elevator never works) and planted the stroller in front of the daycare room. I had four whole minutes to sign him into daycare, grab a towel, mat & weights and find a place in the hopefully not to over-crowded strength training class.

I was greeted by a closed door and a sign, "No daycare on Labor Day."

So I parked my already sweating self in front of the receptionist, counted to ten, and thankfully for his sake and mine, chose rationality over rage.

"Do you have another gym nearby with a daycare that's open today?"

And what do you know, the answer was, "YES!" Wooohooo!

So I took the "5 minute walk" to the other gym and turns out, this gym is incredibly superior in appearance, features, and friendliness to the gym I normally frequent. It was also only a block away from the train-stop which I had gotten off at.

I missed the strength training class but I found a huge floor that was completely unoccupied where I was able to do my own free weights workout from a printout I had brought with me without having to worry about looking like a fool.

They had not one, but two floors of all kinds of fancy cardio machines including several varieties of step machines that they don't have at my gym.

The "babysitter"...that's what they call her at this gym rather than "daycare" at the other gym was so sweet, friendly and loved my son. My son also got along great with the other kids of which there were plenty to play with, but not too many that it was overcrowded.

And then came the best part of all, after I was starving from running all over queens, lifting free weights and 30 minutes of intense cardio, I happened upon this diner that made the best omelet. It was made of egg whites, avocados, tomatoes and muenster cheese. So much tastier than the dunkin donuts egg sandwich I usually get after my workout at the other gym.

I still can't get over how much friendlier the Forest Hills neighborhood is which is only about a 10 minute walk away from the Key Gardens neighborhood.

The lesson of today: Oh what doors counting to ten and asking a rational question instead of going into a fit of rage can open!

Comments

[jill]

yay! when one door closes, a better one opens!