...... but I've melted into my office chair after an amazing Jazzercise class and can't get up.
It really does feel like I've melted. My hair is wet and stringy. I can't feel my legs. My arms are shaking so much that I keep having to correct typos.
It's like a good kind of shaky paralysis. Whatever that means.....
Our school secretary is a certified Jazzercise instructor. Today was the first day of a FREE Jazzercise class that she is teaching to interested staff after school.
"I can do this!"
"I know Jazzercise. I took some classes in the '80's."
"I've had two Core Flex classes in the last week. This will be a piece of cake!"
And now, I'm as close to laying down as one can be while sitting in an office chair with wheels.
A little more relaxed and I will need to yell "TIMMMMM-BERRRRRRRRRR".
While I was in the class, I vacillated between the vacant smiles of a simpleton to thinking "THIS SUCKS!".
But the minute it was over, I felt the elation of having achieved a goal - even though for part of the class, I just helplessly laid on the floor.
It was a great way to start the week. I want to become an exercise addict. I mean, I do addiction soooooooo good. It would be nice to be addicted to something healthy.
Last night, I posted a Marianne Williamson quote on Facebook:
"Imagine the most outrageously positive possibility for your life, claim it and consider it done."It resonated with me last night when I read it. I thought the most outrageously positive possibility for my life would probably be to be open to the idea of another relationship with a man.
But, maybe the most outrageously positive possibility for my life would be for me to become an exercise addict.
I'm going to claim it.
I am an exercise addict.
I, Jennifer, am an exercise addict.
OK. I am. Beginning now.
That feels so much safer than a relationship. ;-)
P.S. In the interest of transparency, I need to tell you that EVERY TIME I tried to type "exercise addict", I initially typed "relationship addict".
I'm NOT a relationship addict. I'm a relationship scaredy-cat! A relationship anarchist.
Oh, don't get me going............