I like to think I am a flexible centered soul.  Sometimes it is just not true.  My ego trips me up now and then.  It is so silly.  I know better. 
You see, I might be goofy and go with the flow and not really competitive, but in my head when it comes to exercise I am a tough as hell warrior.  I am still the college girl who would run to the rec to work out and then jog home for fun…the girl who ran at noon in the middle of summer in Houston to test the limits of heat stroke I guess, ran two half marathons, loves hot yoga, blah blah blah.  Right?
Only, here’s the thing…I have become practical (sort of).  I must save my joints for years of fun.  I need to use the time available well.  Accountability is better with a buddy.  I never push myself at home like I do in a class.  So, when I saw a friend post that she worked out close by early in the morning, I asked about it.  She said it was great.  I could fit it in every single day.  There was only one problem…it wasn’t cool…or even tough enough.  Lean in.  (She whispers…jazzercise).  Man!  Can I even do it?  Will Richard Simmons be there?  Maybe I could if no one saw me…(ego).  But I went.  I was seen.  I was tagged on Facebook.  Well hell.  I had to get over it.  Guess why?  It is totally great.  One hour…cardio, strength and stretching all taken care of.  It wore me out.  They make me laugh.  They even sent me a postcard!  I’m not getting a bumper sticker or clothing from the official line, but as soon as I stop coughing, I can’t wait to get back to class.  I might even tag myself on Facebook.  Turns out I was wrong.  I love it when that happens and something is a happy surprise.
I do rock.  So do you (that’s what I heard).
DZ