Love, Jimmie

Yesterday morning I got up at 4:30 so that I could take Body Pump and Spin with Lynnette.  It is a fight every morning.  I’m not big on alarm clocks and until this particular gym schedule started, I never used one.  But now I really do want to take these classes so I set my alarm for 4:30 and as soon as it goes off, I start praying. “Lord, please let me get up today.  I really want to but unless You send some sort of miracle, I won’t be getting out of this bed for another two hours.”  Sometimes I lose the battle, but yesterday was not one of those days.

I did most of the Body Pump. Lunges nearly killed me because suddenly I’ve got a creaky knee. This does not bode well for my career as a marathon runner.  I skipped that part and then went in for Spin.  Now I love Lynnette with all of my heart and I really admire her, but I will never understand how she is so excited to be up and moving on a Monday morning. And with such energy!  She thrives on it.  I get through it. That, I suppose, is the difference between the instructor and the student and why she has such great arms and I don’t.

Anywho, I sat next a new-to-me guy in the class.  I looked over and smiled and he ignored me.  I took no offense. It was Monday after all.  But a couple of times during the class, Lynnette would call out his name and instead of responding, he just looked straight ahead and never broke stride.  After a while I just chalked him up as a bit of a snob.  We were all panting and commiserating and rolling our eyes at ourselves but not this guy.  He just rode.

When class was over, he got up and cleaned his bike and did some stretches.  I think.  Honestly, I had written him off so I didn’t pay much attention. But when I saw him pick up his white cane and feel his way out the door, I realized that the only snob in there was me.  The guy was blind.  I don’t think I’ve ever felt like such an asshole before.  Go me.