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05 March 2009 @ 06:58 pm
While I desperately desire to regain my pre-winter (and pre-2006) fitness level, perhaps I ought not to push so hard. I taught the 8 a.m. and had already arranged to cover the 5:15 later this evening. What then, I wonder, made me think it would be a good idea to take Trish's 9:15? Perhaps it was the rush of energy that follows a good class. Perhaps it was the vague notion that I'd promised myself I would make more of an effort to take control of my health, my fitness, my weight. Perhaps it was the wee voice in my head saying, "So, Princess Jigglypants. You gonna sit here and eat your apple and peanut butter or are you going to do something about those thighs? I'm not even going to mention the back fat."

Whatever the impetus, I grabbed the portable phone and claimed the heavy bag closest to the office - just in case someone called. By the way, no one did. For most of that hour I was praying someone - anyone- would.

Now, I'd been up since 6:30 and hadn't had anything other then a couple of glasses of water. I was running on adrenaline and bouncy-Kel. Also, if I haven't mentioned this, Trish's classes are challenging. Seriously. Ten minutes in, I was questioning the wisdom of my decision. I suppose I could have given up and ducked back into the office. Everyone there knows I'm an instructor, though, so wussing out would be unforgivably pathetic. I stuck it out, and I'm glad I did. It was an excellent class and I really had to push to get through.

Of course, there were only two people at the 5:15, so I couldn't slack off one whit. Ah, well. What doesn't kill you makes you badass.