Fit-Bit convinced us to work out with her at 8 a.m. this morning; I don't mind, but Mimosa has a teen-like approach to sleep and prefers to rise at an hour that start with a 10. Eight a.m. is a hard sell. But we did it — which is probably a good thing, since it's so hot and muggy in Arlington today, we had a full-body sheen of sweat just from the five-minute car ride.
- Front-Desk Dan: How are you doing today?
- Me: I'm hot and sweaty and grumpy, Dan, thank you.
- Front-Desk Dan: If you're already sweaty, I think it's only going to get worse for you.
- Me: Great pep talk, Dan! Clearly you were hired for your warm people skills.
Though my last zumba class hurt my back, and I've been so spooked that I haven't returned. Last week I asked Fit-Bit about Zumba Gold (old-lady zumba), and she pointed out Scary Head Honcho, the woman we always hear bellowing at her spin classes, and said, "You need to ask her."
Okayyyyyy . . . maybe tomorrow. SCARY lady.
But I saw her today, standing alone, and the moment seemed right.
- Me: Hi — has anyone ever asked you about Zumba Gold?
- Scary Head Honcho: Are you asking for your mother???
And then . . .
- Scary Head Honcho: And you should totally try spinning! I think you would love it!
- Me (gesturing toward my crotch — you know, daintily): I have a delicate ladygarden. Bikes are so hurty!
- Scary Head Honcho: Tell me about it! [She speaks only in exclamation points] But we work around it! C'mon, stop by sometime, give it a chance!
Little did I know . . .
Scary Head Honcho came up to us toward the end of our workout, introduced herself to Mimosa, and said, "Why don't you come in for a few minutes when you're done with Fit-Bit?" We usually end our workouts on the bike, so I guess this would be comparable . . .
So we did it. We spun. For a whole song!
And I'm proud of myself for trying something new, but I don't think spinning is for me. The room is very small, sweaty, and stinky — and also, OUCH. My ladygarden was practically bisected. I would like to curl up with a iced groin pack and a bottle of Motrin. And a margarita.
Well, doesn't that sound like a perfect morning!
Scary Head Honcho is super nice, though. She didn't yell at us for leaving early, and she promised to give us a one-on-one session and help the bike seat be less hurty for us. I think she will be hard to say no to. She is super nice and super persuasive! Time will tell.
And I think I have to change her name because she's really not scary at all. She's a tough chick, for sure, but so charming about it, I really want to please her! Magnetic, forceful, dynamic? I'll work on it.
Today is going to be great. I have no editing work scheduled, woo-hoo! Mimosa and I are running some errands, including dropping off her resume at a new Arlington business that I have extremely high hopes for. OMG, a job at last . . . well, we'll see. And then I have a whole free afternoon to write a lesson for the Old Testament curriculum I'm working on; it's Joseph, Part 2, and Joseph is my favorite Old Testament character. This curriculum is hard work, but I'm having fun with it. And then an easy dinner: ham steaks, corn on the cob, coleslaw, and a fresh fruit plate.
Nothing but good times ahead!
There's a sign on the wall of my gym that says, "You are only one workout away from a good mood," and I am finding that to be true. It feels so good when I stop!!!!!