Communication issues...

As you know, I go to the gym. Sean says A LOT but I don't think 5 times a week is obsessive, do you? (I did go twice in a day last week but that's normal right?) I still haven't got my 6 pack and I did a full minute last week of side planks. I must check the small print of my gym contract I'm sure some where down the line they promised that I would get one. Add that to my list of things to do.

A few months ago I persuaded my friend to get a free 7 day trial pass to see if she would love it as much as me. We started off with a pump class. Who doesn't like lifting the weight of a small car above their head at 6 in the morning.
Then we decided we would do spin together the next day. The conversation went like this
Me "Do you fancy spin tomorrow at 6.15"
S (Short for Super... not a long story but this is my blog about me not her, just know she's called Super and she lives up to her name)
S replies "Yup, I'm game"
Me "I always sit at the front in front the fan, I'll get there early and grab our bikes"

So now you have the start of the story, the very next morning Sean gets to work and a slightly confused Super asked Sean "What happened to Maddi today at the gym, I was there on my own and I sat right at the front"
(Not that it's a problem being at the front but newbies DON'T do that, you start at the back and slowly gain confidence and creep to the front).
He looks as confused as her and said he didn't know. quickly tx's me to tell me poor Super was on her own to which my quick reply was "I meant 6.15pm, the morning spin starts at 6am, I figured the time of day was clear when I said 6.15.
But obviously not.

But not to worry that weekend we thought we'd go shopping, Sean was at work so I was free to spend, spend, spend. We had breakfast together after doing GRIT class which our timings were impeccable, I always get there early to get the fan, although since then when the GRIT lady asked if that was why I always stood there people have been stealing my spot. To say it gets me annoyed is an understatement.

After breakfast we went our separate ways to change and raid the piggy banks. Parting words were "Tristan will drop me off I'll tx you when we leave" Perfect, so off I rush to raid Sean's stash of dollars (then conveniently blame it on the kids) Wait for my tx, do the final fluffing of the bouffant, apply lipstick check bottom is looking good, check if there's any abs yet, nope still no 6 pack and wait patiently for Super to drive the 10 minutes to my house.
After 15 minutes, no Super. Not to worry, give some more time to fluff bouffant a bit more and to check bottom and abs situation.
At 25 minutes I get the tx "I'm here" so I grab my bag run out the front door and DO NOT see Super. Go back inside scratch head and then run back outside thinking she may be playing tricks. Still no Super. So I call her "Where are you" her reply "I'm at the DFO where are you"
"Erm Super I'm at home because you said Tristan was dropping you off, which I assumed was to me so I would drive us"
Tumble weed moment where we both squint an eye grimace and wonder if we actually arranged that or not. I blame her, I was clearly not in the wrong.

Example 3 of Supers lack of communication skills. We were both off last Monday phone call as follows "lets meet for coffee at Gold Creek" Super "Ok see you there"
How we managed to meet and actually have coffee is still a mystery.

Another one was again the to do with the gym "Are you keen for spin tomorrow" I asked after I'd just txd to say I'd done Tabata, so clearly if I'd just done an evening class I wouldn't be doing a morning one, Right??
"Sure" she replies.

I wake up at 6am, to a tx from Super saying "Where are you I'm in the pump room"
So here's the proof, not only was she at the gym at the wrong time of day but also in the wrong room.

I rest my case.

We are on a girls night out tonight, hopefully we'll make it and hopefully we are actually meeting tonight. Who actually knows.... watch this space