Unless something very important disrupts me (i.e. offer of delicious food), ninety-nine percent of my Monday lunches are spent doing yoga at the Y. Sometimes The Lawyer and Shelley my Chicago training buddy join, sometimes not. Either way, the past few Mondays I get to witness something that makes my Mondays so much better. You see, the yoga studio and aerobics class studio are right next to each other in a hallway. So when leaving the yoga studio you have to pass by the aerobics studio and you can see in a few windows as you walk by. It used to be there was nothing to see... Until recently.
Now, and without fail, there is a one man party going on in that aerobics studio. Lights off, techno music pumping and oh my are there furious movements happening. FURIOUS! But just the one guy. Alone. Last week he was doing the running man, it was spectacular. And it is really hard not to just stop and stare at this fantastical sight. I think he's caught me/us gawking before.
But here's the thing. As entertaining as it is to stare at the one man party, I kind of envy him. He has got to know people are gawking at whatever the hell it is he's doing and he doesn't seem to care one bit. With all the passers by he just keeps at it. Doing the running man, hiking those knees up, kicking, punching, more dancing and flailing... all quite shamelessly. And FURIOUSLY! I mean, don't you envy that guy and the kind of guts it takes to do that? I do. A lot.
Next week I kinda want to slap on a mauve and teal striped leotard and a puffy glittery headband and go and join him. Because seeing that after yoga totally made my day.
In other news. OH WOW Chicago is a month away. I just peed a little (the nervous kind mind you)....