Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Coming Full Circle
It's been happening a lot to me this year. With my last "little one" graduating from high school, I seem to notice a pattern of things coming full circle. While they are personal and too long to explain, I will just tell you that it's happening in all parts of my life and I'm noticing it time and time again. It's sorta sweet, but it's also sorta weird too. Too many things are linking back to where they began. (Cue the spooky music)
I found myself with a day off work last Friday, so I texted my friend, Judy, and finally offered to take that abs/weights class with her that she's been badgering me about. You see, Judy and I met 19 years ago (gasp! Has it been that long?!) in a step aerobics class. We both hunkered in the back row of the class--too embarrassed to admit that we had no idea what we were doing. We did a lot of talking in that back row, in between steps and sit-ups, and we figured out we were both new moms and had a lot in common. We became fast friends...and our family members became friends as well.
So the two of us don our spiffy workout attire and head on over to the Fancy Fit....where this dame nearly kills us for an hour.
We did lunges. We lifted weights while we did lunges. We did sit-ups....and lunges. There were some leg lifts and....you guessed it....lunges. And then, we did more lunges. Lunges were definitely a part of this babe's evil plan to get me in shape...except this old body didn't want any part of those damn lunges.
I could not move my legs the next day. Seriously. I could not go to the bathroom, for the mere act of getting on and off the toilet led me to hell and back. My thigh muscles--or whatever was left of those puny things--were screaming. Standing, sitting, lying still--I wanted to die.
After a couple of hours, I finally texted Judy to admit my pain. "OMG. I am gonna die. Whose idea was it to go to that damn class?" I ask her. She texts back laughing, "I can't move my body from my neck down." Thank the lord. It wasn't just me.
"Full circle!" Em yells at me.
"What?!" I look at her.
"You and Jude...you came full circle," and I realized she was right. Jude and I hadn't taken a class together in probably 15 years. All those years of raising kids, her going one way, me going another, and now....here we are...suffering aching bones and muscles again.
I'm glad this circle has ended. My thighs can't take it.