I give every workout 100%, but there are three times a week when I get to lie in a sweat puddle: Friday barre class with Alex and the two Hours of Power with Coach Royce. It never fails. It's impossible for me to look cool and collected, so I don't even try.
Today's Coach Royce class was challenging. We warmed up, did a super fun circuit, and then we did bridges and hamstring curls with planks in between. Brian (my husband) joked that the back of my head was soaked and that I looked like a Soul Glo commercial (Note to self: Pick up Soul Glo shirt). As I dragged myself through our last set of one-legged bridges, I could feel the rest of the class slip away. By the time we rested, it was just me, my breath, the music, and my dripping face. I welcomed the chance to be thoughtful and to feel my lungs doing their thing. I thought about how proud I was that I worked hard at the long jump station. I wondered why Ke$ha has a music career and if she has any ballads on her cd's. Maybe she slays on a song other than "Timber." I wished that the pain in my right knee would go away. I liked being still and staring at the ceiling.
I thought about all the choices good and bad that led me to being drenched on the floor on a Friday afternoon. I'm already looking forward to the next one.