The Story So Far:I put parts of my life on hold when I started my current job. Part of what I put on hold was working out and going to
Krav Maga classes. Recently, I decided to take advantage of a free month gym membership. It's a really
nice little gym with all sorts of nice amenities, friendly people, and a slightly higher price than I was paying for 24-Hour Fitness. I had a good time working out, and was pleasantly sore that night. This emboldened me to think about going a little further.
Last Night's Developments:Last night was my first night back for Krav. I took the 5 pm class with
Kirian. After the class, I felt many happy endorphins in the going-to-be-painfully-sore-the-next-day sort of way.
"It's a long drive back with traffic," I thought to myself. "Maybe I'll just wait here until the traffic dies down and stretch some more." I tooled around the Pro shop, talking to Clara and cooling down. As it got nearer and nearer to 7 pm, Clara echoed my thoughts.
"It's a long drive back with traffic and you're already here, so why not take the seven o'clock class? After all, you're already going to be sore, so a little more won't matter that much, right?"
To my muscles' horror, my mouth responded, "You're right; it would be silly not to. I can grab dinner later."
I hadn't been able to talk with
Jivoni (he teaches the class running during the hour I rested), so I called him on the drive home. I believe his exact words were, "I saw you! You take the class before mine, and I
saw you jump into the class after, and I was like Oh no she
di'ent, Oh No, she
Did Not just skip my class!" My mouth, once again, responded. "Just you wait, Jivoni! I'll be in your class soon enough!" My muscles nearly fell over in shock, then muttered darkly and plotted and muttered some more all the way home.
Today, my muscles exacted much vengeance. It hurts to breathe.
I am assured that this is only the beginning of a long war with no exit strategy - my mouth just committed me to an intensive dance class tonight. While my mouth may have had the last word for today, my muscles swear they will not surrender to my traitorous, high-handed, infidel mouth. What's worse is my organs cheering in the sidelines. "C'mon, civil war is
good for you! It's time we had some
excitement around here! A war is just the thing! Think of the happy endorphins! Think of the enlightenment, the growth achieved through pain, the state of your immortal spleen! After all, your muscles
died on the
cros-uhm, in the
class for you!"
If it didn't hurt so much, my heart and brain would cry piteously, "We give you life, we give you consciousness, and
this is how you repay us? Oh, that we ever loved you!"
...It's been an interesting morning. I think I'll get some cereal now.