This being the beginning of a new year, the gyms are packed with people. People that are trying to turn over a new leaf fitness-wise. People that may not have any experience in the gym. And because they're trying out a lot of new things in the gym, they come to my classes.
This past weekend I had over 50 people in each of my classes. It was so crowded I couldn't move around class and help with adjustments and modifications like I normally do. So I was forced to actually take my own class.
And let me tell you, it's been a while since I've taken my own class.
The next day... I. Was. So. Sore.
Damn my class is hard.
S.C.U.B.A.
I learned from Jo on The Facts of Life that this means "self-contained underwater breathing apparatus." Last night I learned that breathing underwater is freakin cool. And a little scary.
I mean, we spent a good three hours learning the basics on diving, the equipment, and even how to put it together. But taking that first breath when you're completely submerged underwater... it's kinda freaky. I wasn't all bug-eyed as in "OMG I'm breathing underwater.... WTF!?!?!" But I definitely had a tiny fear that after I finished my exhale, I wouldn't have any air to breathe in. Not that it really mattered when I was sitting at the bottom of a 4' deep pool.
I love my mom. No really, I do. I'm being serious. (Hey... I have to remind myself sometimes). Remember how my mom used to try to set me up with any female around my age that just talked to me? Well, after Latex and I broke up, things got better. You may recall that she seemed to finally understand that it was not members of the opposite sex that sent my heart beating rapidly.
Or so I thought.
As I'm sitting in the Kansas City airport chatting amiably with my mom about what a nice holiday visit we've had, we both started to watch the antics of some unruly seven year-old boy. He's running around, looking for attention, with mom, grandmother, and grandfather trying to get him to behave. This is when my mom just drops the bomb.
"You need to have children soon. You need to have them to complete your life."
I try to tell her that I'm pretty ambivalent about having children, and that I really don't need to have children to complete my life. I then go on this thing about "if" I decide that I'd like children, I'd want to have a partner, and I'm just not at that stage with anyone right now. The relationships I've had with the Marks, Ricks, and Steves in my life just really didn't go the "lets start a family" route.
"Well, Cary, you never know. You could be waiting for the right Judy to come along in your life."
Really? Really.
Really??
Eight flights over a two week period. Texas, Oklahoma, Kansas, Texas, Las Vegas, California, and back to Texas. Out of eight flights, one... yes... only one, was on time.
And no, it wasn't my final flight home. That one was almost 3 1/2 hours late arriving.
American Airlines... I am so not fond of you right now.
