Working Out Plundered Spirits

My day started off well enough, until I checked my email. I had been notified about upcoming auditions for a certain organization with whom several friends of mine are involved and so I sent out an email requesting an audition slot. Unfortunately, since I had already auditioned for them last year, they didn't want to see me again. In the words of Mary Kate & Ashley Olson, "How rude!" That was my frame of mind upon reading their cool response to my very cleverly-worded email. I felt like a child stomping their feet and fists waving about pre-tantrum. Ugh! Well that friggin' sucks! Since I know several of the people in this group, although they are not necessarily the ones in charge of auditions, I felt a bit slighted and extremely disappointed. Was this an excuse to not have me audition because they didn't like me the first time around or what? Maybe I've grown! Maybe I'm better dammit!

So you see the emotions and thoughts that were cycling through my head all day. Once I get going I can start to drive myself crazy. My poor ego took a bit of a beating today. whaaaaaa!
In my experience one of the best ways to work through this stuff is to work out. After all, I had just renewed my gym membership, remember?

I headed to my gym right after work and hopped on the Precor and Elliptical for 30 minutes a piece and let my mind wander. It felt good. I had forgotten my iPod so I watched a good chunk of Larry King Live as he discussed Sarah Palin with Joy Behar of all people. My brain also got quite the workout trying to decipher the bizarre not-anywhere-nearly-close-to-accurately transposed closed captioning on the plasma screen TV. "Pay-len seven year-old daughter baby. Now a whore to nowhere?" Huh? When I tired of that, I rested my eyes on the TVs broadcasting that obstacle course reality show "Wipeout" What an instant classic! That show may or may not be the best thing to watch while your jogging on an elliptical. I caught myself trying to will the people on TV to move through the courses of enormous red rubber balls by running faster. Whenever I did this, I had to reduce my speed to prevent myself from biting it. Super. Damn you Reality TV! I'm going downstairs to pump some iron!

In any case, all that working out did the job in calming me down and making me forget my frustration over the audition. I think I may inquire within if possible, just to clear my mind of it for good. After all, I know that there are plenty more auditions on the horizon to fill the temporary void. Onward and upward as my Mom Mom always used to say!