60 Minutes, A Non-News Magazine Affair

I left work as if I were trying to qualify for some Olympic event. Only, I was trying to get to Cardio and Muscle class on time.

I changed clothes with the velocity of Clark Kent, grabbed my water bottle and my towel to mop up the imminent sweat and headed out of the locker room. I looked at the clock which said 4:50 p.m. I was flabbergasted. Had I really been moving that fast? Or, was I somehow successful in reversing time?

I headed to the classroom and that clock said 5:00 p.m. I was relieved because, for a moment, I thought I was in a time warp or something. I gathered two sets of weights, a resistance band, mat and a step platform and risers.

Raise your hand if just getting to the gym feels like a cardio session.

((('Drea lowers her hand)))

There are usually about 20 plus folks in class but there were only about 11 today and everyone was favoring the back of the class.

Kate extended her arms outward and said you guys are making me think that I stink or something.

So, what did I do? I moved my weights, mat, band, platform and risers to the front. No need to analyze. I'm moved by pleas -- semi or out-and-out.

Moving to the front of the class was not the smartest thing I've done especially when we started doing the shuffle with a little high jump. Oh, the pressure to keep up with Kate. I know, shuffling sounds all low-key but anyone who has ever played basketball and has crouched down on defense knows that bending/squatting while moving one's feet is easier said than done.

I was exhausted, as usual, about 15 minutes into class but also, as usual, I made it through the 60 minute class.

Being near the mirror is a curse and a blessing. I realize that I still have heft to lose but I also realize how far I'm come -- even if it has been a turtle-like process.