There were so many other things I wanted to do with my time rather than schlepping to the gym; like sleeping, sleeping, or maybe even sleeping. Sleep is the new sexy. But apparently, the weight of the world has settled on more than just my shoulders. So I dragged my ass to the gym. It’s been so long I hoped the gym clothes I pre-packed months ago in my gym bag still fit.
And as I slowly warmed up on the mat I got a series of:
“Hey! How are you?”
“I haven’t seen you in a long time!”
“Good to see you!”
One woman even said, “Welcome home!”
Welcome home? Wow! (How much time was I spending at the gym before I stopped?)
I had no idea I was missed like that! And by women with whom I only have a casual nod and smile acquaintance! You just never know, do you?
So maybe this heretofore-unknown affection and camaraderie will help me get through the World of Hurt Curve. That’s when you haven’t worked out in so long that those first few weeks back hurt like a mother f*cker. Body parts voicing their painful opinions questioning your judgment. And I start cornering the market on Epsom salts, wondering what wine goes with ibuprofen.
So, who do you miss? Who’s missing you? Well, I am if you haven’t seen your face in the place at a comedy show.
Because in case you didn’t know, laughter is a total body workout. You get balance and coordination: which means you can laugh without spilling your drink. It tightens your core, which helps and strengthens your back muscles. (Think of them as comedy crunches.) And it really helps the glutes, because while you want to have a firm butt, you don’t want to be a tight ass.
So do yourself a favor, get your glutes out to see a show.