today was hell…

the kids were horrible this morning, and well all day.
we were terribly busy at work which would’ve been fine had the previous not been the case.
i went to work out…fun right?
yeah maybe if i hadn’t killed myself.
i mean it’s weird because only my calves are sore, and only when they’re stretched just so.
but i ran thirty minutes at no less than 7mph for twenty-five of those;
then i went downstairs, and they were starting some new class and insisted i try it out and yeah PURE HELL! i mean it wasn’t really painful i guess, but i had so much adrenaline pumping through my body that i was shaking really bad.
and of the twelve different stations twelve dealt with lifting heavy objects.
i’m glad i did it, i just wish i’d had the balance to deck the instructor who was pushing me. IT WASN’T EVEN HER CLASS. 
another trainer finally came over and told her to shut up thank godd since she wouldn’t listen to me telling her that i’d already ran 30 MINUTES AT A 7MPH MINIMUM!
i get that it was her job and everything, but i wasn’t paying her to train me, plus she’d never worked out with me before, and therefore did not know my limits,
and i also tried explaining that i wasn’t trying to quit because i didn’t want to push myself, i was trying to stop because it was only a matter of time before i dropped something on myself/fell/hurt myself and she wouldn’t listen.
i still did the rest of the stations but at MY OWN pace.
i really really wanted to take the bar in one of ‘em and smack her upside the head with it.