Worship thru workout part 2

as i was saying...before i somehow lost everything i typed and now have to start aaaaaaaallllllllll over again...

It's weird seeing my customers at the gym. LIke all they see me in is either my dorky green apron or spandex. My uniform of life. But it was so good to get back to the gym today. Took Body Pump with one of my favorite instructors, the Group Exercise Director who is so motivating and though I can't walk painlessly for days after her class, I love her for it. This class soothed my spirit like a good dose of worship would've done yesterday. Could've used that shot in the arm of church yesterday, or maybe I wouldn't have let this one very Particular co-worker get under my skin the way she did.. and do i mean Particular. If any one dares mess with her espresso bar station or irk her in any way, watch out, she will unleash her very colorfully-spoken wrath upon you and make you feel like a coffee bean fresh out of the grinder. Only for me yesterday, it was more like it punched the "start brew" button in my tear glands, letting loose all my unrelated frustration and funky emotions I've had bottled up...and what a lousy place to feel a cry coming on. Why can't those glands turn on at normal-people-cry-times, instead of at work as I'm about to say "welcome to starbucks, what can we get started for you?" So I found myself finding excuses to turn around and fumble with the coffee filters, while I rub my wet eyes into my black shirt collar, or run to the back for more cup lids, or better yet, escape to the walk-in cooler and stick my head in a crate of milk jugs. Better than crying over spilled milk, right? harhar. But seriously, like everything else, I'll learn to thicken my skin at that place, and just let it go...

Today's workout was a nice release for all that. And there was even sort of a sermon in at least one of the songs... for example, the one we did our squats to, "What's Goin' On" by 4 Non-Blondes, and I quote:

"And I try, oh my God, do I try

I try all the time in this institution

And I pray, oh my God, do I pray

I pray every single day for a revolution

And so I cry sometimes

When I'm lying in bed

Just to get it all out

What's in my head

And I am feeling a little peculiar

And so I wake in the morning

And I step outside

And I take a deep breath and I get real high

And I scream at the top of my lungs

What's going on?"

(end quote)

Then after that very strengthening squat sermon, we had a very hearty sing-along as we did our bicep curls to the classic "Livin on a Prayer" by Bon Jovi. Ah yes, one of my karaoke favorites!!! Even more fun belting it out while you're curling 20 pounds of iron in your hands. Strangely worshipful. And the story of my life, livin' on a prayer.

And tomorrow I shall don the forementioned green apron again and return to the coffee trenches...hopefully a tiny bit stronger, and much refreshed. Thank you, gym. I'll be prayin..

 

 

 

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