Sunday, June 28, 2009


Do you want to know how I celebrate becoming a fitness instructor?  

A pizza delivered to my house and a sale made on  Craigslist.  

Do I know how to party or what?!?!!


This weekend I spent 16 hours in training classes in order to get some group exercise certifications.  Sunday morning I had to wake up at 4 AM in order to make the 2.5 hour drive to Columbus for a full day of training.  Back to back grueling training days have left me exhausted in addition to the other 5 days I worked out this week.  Intense doesn't even being to explain it, but I totally love what I am going to be doing and it is worth every ounce of effort and sweat that was poured out.  

So when I got home Sunday night, Jason left to go out to eat with his long time buddy who was in town visiting (prior band mates in high school) and of course I was too tired to make anything for dinner.  I did what any sensible half-awake zombie person would do and ordered an extra large New York style cheese pizza for dinner.  So much for the brutal work outs this weekend. 

I plopped down (literally) with my pizza and my 2nd glass of wine and checked my email.  To my surprise I had a request for an item I posted on Craigslist.  A few emails back and forth later, we made arrangements for them to stop by the house in the next 15 minutes to pick up their purchase.  

"Sweet!" I thought to myself - "I'm making $5!  That will pay for a fourth of the pizza I just bought."  

I look over a few more emails, check my facebook page, drink some more wine and double check the last email I sent to Mr. Craigslist Purchaser.    

As I blink through my bloodshot, dried-out eyeballs, I noticed that I mistyped my address.  


Luckily the dude left me his home phone number, so I quickly give it a ring, hoping he hadn't left his house yet.  No such luck.  I gave it a second try with no answer once again. 

I took the item outside and placed it at the end of my driveway and went back in side to check out Mapquest and look up the incorrect address I entered to see if I could intercept him on his way.  Well, Mapquest is retarded or maybe it's just me.  (Don't respond to that.)  It showed a house on the map right down the street from me.  I grab my slice of pizza and cell phone and start trotting down the street barefoot.  

Hillbilly central.

I got down the street to where Tardquest said the house was, but no such place existed.  So I merrily scampered back home and waited for the next vehicle to pass by.  

As I am standing there next to the item, still eating my slice of pizza, a car drives by.  I wave to them, point to the item, and shrug my shoulders.  I sort of looked like a ravenous, crazed, black market street dealer ready to make a sale.  The people just looked at me like I belonged in a mental institute and kept driving.  

A 2nd vehicle drove past and this one was going slower than usual, so I knew it was very probable that it was my buyer.  I did my wave and shrug and the guy looks at me at first with a puzzled look and then stops and rolls his window down.   

He mentions the incorrect address and I explain to him what a freak I am and that I've been up since 4 am and need to learn how to type correctly.  

We both got a good laugh out of it.  And that, my friends, is how I celebrated my demanding, yet rewarding weekend.     


  1. Congrats on your accomplishments. I still like you even if you are a fitness instructor. I have several things I'd like to put on Craig's List, but am a little nervous about doing it.

  2. Congrats Lynette!!!! I'm so glad you pursued your goal and accomplished it!! I'm sure you make a great fitness instructor. You would probably kick my butt if I took one of your classes though, then again, that is probably what I need in a fitness instructor. I love your blog!!! Take care, Laura

  3. That sounds like some tough training! Thank you for being more real to ordering a pizza when you got home from it! Your description of yourself waiting with pizza in-hand for Mr. Craigs List buyer cracked me up!

  4. I laughed out loud at the thought of you running down the street with pizza in hand! Congrats on the fitness instructor, you're awesome!

  5. You are too funny.... That so sounds like what I would do. No retarded comments coming from my direction. However i would have left my slice of pizza at home while running around the maybe i would have scarfed it down before sounds like you have life in order. When wil you come back to In and teach a class? Next class don't run off before chatting girl....ofcourse i probably didnt have much breath left after Diane's i have been slackin gonmy work outs te past three fact i have gained soo much weight that i am ready to go on a crash diet and a week of hardcore training in my garage to look "ok" enough to head to gym.
    talk later

  6. I like that story, I'm always looking for something fun to read...thanks.


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