Strength training in spinning class
My spinning instructor made me sweat more than usual today with a strength training regime. I had to work most of the class at a higher resistance, though I could slow down to compensate.
It was a good workout!
I’m grateful for:
* Iggy
* family and friends
* squirrels
* professional colleagues
* writing ability
* health insurance
* poetry
* central heating
* raspberries
* memoirs
* chocolate
* snow
* nail polish
* e-mail
* elephants
* good food
* travel
* music
Earlier this week I got on this model of stairclimber for the first time since August. Back then I could barely last 10 minutes at level 5. This week I reached my goal of 30 minutes, climbing more than 100 floors.
Whoo hoo!
While Iggy visited the men’s room, the waiter at Auberge Michel folded his napkin into an elegant variant of a dunce cap.
So what did Iggy do when he returned to our table? He put it on his head.
“We don’t need you any more.”
Six words yield sixty miles per hour anxiety.
Swoosh, security vanishes.
“What am I going to do?”
Another six words. There’s no easy answer.
It took six months to land this job.
“Your mother is dying from cancer.”
Things were bad enough already.
She’d die in a month, with me on the dole.
“Lie in bed and eat potato chips.”
Sometimes life overwhelms.
I had to give in.
This poem was prompted by Totally Optional Prompts. You can read more poems from the same prompt.