Today, I returned to my exercise class…

It has been quite some time since I have been there…I am ashamed to admit since around the holidays…gulp. Now that is not to say that I have not been exercising. Quite the contrary…I have racked up a ton of miles walking over the past several months. But in my hiatus from my class, my muscles have grown reluctantly wimpy and pathetic. So, I decided it was time to shake out a few cobwebs.

It has been so long since I have been there, that the child care worker, when she caught sight of me, croaned down the hall “Now where have YOU been?”. Everyone glanced over their shoulders and stared. Can I say embarrassing? I quickly made up some lame excuse for my absence, shuffled my kids into child care which was brimming with rugrats now that summer is here and filed down to the big gym.

Now I couldn’t tell if the instructor worked us out particularly hard today or if I was just incredibly out of shape. The latter, I am sure. Even though my muscles and bones whinced and moaned at the positions that they were being stretched into, they also were able to somehow find some sense of familiarity in the routine. 

As sweat poured, my body found its’ way into an old natural rhythm…one that was full of energy and vitality. It was like paying a visit to a dear old friend. One that would take you back no matter how much you neglected her.

One that would smack my ass and tell me to giddy-up…

It is going to be one sore morning.