I bet your picturing me in my jammies, eating a delicious, decadent cupcake before I’ve even had a chance to brush my teeth (oh, how I wish). My “dessert” wasn’t so much of the edible kind though. It was, however, unplanned, delicious, sneaky, endorphin-inducing, and it brought me so much joy I almost shed tears. I kid you not.
Let me back up. This morning, I was walking through my gym, heading (and dreading) towards the treadmill to get in a 4 mile run before work. I just happened to walk past my beloved spin class which just happened to be on the verge of starting. I saw my favorite instructor in the front of the room, and I was instantly filled with jealousy for all the spinners who would soon be dripping in glorious sweat.
As I’ve mentioned before, I am currently training for a 1/2 marathon in May, and in doing so, I was forced to give up going to spin three times a week. I needed to get in more runs. I decided to keep going to my Monday spin class, but the rest had to be put on the back-burner for the time being.
Anyway, when I saw this class about to start today, I tried to be good. I tried to say no. Really. But as I stood there staring longingly into the class, the instructor turned the lights down low and she turned the music up loud. It was a warm-up… to Bruce Springsteen’s American Land.
Awww, hell no.
Before I knew it, I was sitting on a bike, peddling my little heart out. I felt like someone had put the most decadent, mouth-watering dessert ever made in front of me, and I had just taken the first bite. I had a smile plastered on my face. I caved. I gave in. And it was delicious.
It was an amazing 45 minutes. Afterwards, I walked out of the room and went over to where Bobby was working out to say goodbye. He took one look at my sweat soaked t-shirt and the goofy grin on my face and instantly called me out.
“You went to spin… didn’t you!?”
I’ve heard him use that tone of voice with me before when we’ve been out to dinner and he comes back from the bathroom… only to find that I’ve sneakily managed to polish off his half of the dessert (along with mine of course).
Yes… yes I did it. I ate that dessert…. and I don’t feel an ounce of guilt.
Take that, Run.
What brings you dessert-like joy??
What are you enjoying guilt free on this Friday?
Third Grade World…
After indoor lunch (when it is raining outside the students stay in the classroom with a lunch aide), I usually come back from eating my lunch to find a pile of pictures, cards, poems, and drawings on my desk that the students have spent their recess making for me. They always make me smile!
On Wednesday, I came back and was sorting through them. Pictures of flowers, teddy bears, cards, and a cartoon. I took a look more closely at the cartoon.
I mean….. I just have no words.
I go out of my way to teach tolerance and acceptance of all types of people, no matter what race, religion, etc. I guess I need to do a better job of teaching acceptance of “ugly people” now too? Seriously??