I have a really hard time not getting frustrated when things don’t go they way I planned on. You’d think that with a toddler, who has been unpredictable since day one that I wouldn’t let it bother me. Well, usually, when it involves B, I don’t, but when it is something that is just for me, then I get cranky.

Today I was headed to City Sports to meet up with my friends at Reebok and to get in a nice training run with others who are running the Tufts 10k. I needed to be their at 5:45, I live about 15 minutes away, I gave myself TRIPLE the amount of time to get there. I of course hit rush hour traffic, no big deal, I was about a mile away and still had 20 minutes to spare. And then I came upon this.

Taillights lit up as far as I could see, ugh. The clock was getting closer and closer to 6:00 and eventually surpassed 6:10 and 6:20, I wanted to scream in frustration, I wanted to cry because this was my night, and I hadn’t done my usually morning workouts because of a doctor appointment, I had NO backup plan.

Of course as soon as I made it to City Sports, I found parking right outside, I ran in and of course the running group had left, I didn’t expect them to wait for me, although when I heard that they waited a little bit I felt so incredibly guilty. I got a nice gift bag from Reebok and headed home. Still frustrated.

I need a lesson on how to get over this type of stuff…

At least I had a great view when I got home.

I still love you Boston, even if the traffic sucks!