When I got certified to teach Yoga, I swore I'd stop doing this:
I lied. Today, I taught a Step II class. Awhile ago I told myself I was way over this kind of silly mindless exercise - I was much too evolved - and that I'd only substitute teach it if one of my group exercise homey's was unavailable. I woke up this morning thinking: Drudgery Ahead. I greeted the class with a fake smile, tightened my shoelaces, stacked my risers and plugged in my ipod. Eye-rolling on the inside. Then, Gwen Stefani (my homegirl) started singing:
Ain't no hollaback, girl.
I even lied to myself. I am not too evolved to love. this. sh*t. It was fun. Sweaty, hard core, mindless, rock-your-body fun.
Other lies I've told:
Of course, you child can stay over an extra hour. I don't mind a bit.
No thanks, I don't want another glass of wine. I usually only drink about 1 glass then I'm finished.
I love running.
I hate running.
I don't blog at work. It's wrong.
I will be 43 on Monday. And that's no lie. How old are you? Don't lie.
3 comments:
ha ha! ain't nothin wrong with step! the way i see it, you're getting your sweat on either way. variety is the spice of life, right?
i'm 34. next year is when i'll start lying about that. bleh.
I lie all the time.
I didn't fart. It was my daughter.
I am a pescatarian.
I like riding 19 miles downhill
That stump is awesome
I used to be a vet
I'm 23.
My birthday is Monday.
I turned 40 in April and so far I've been to the doctor more in the past three months than in my entire life. But here's a bonus about having sun damage removed from your cheeks and forehead -- they make you smear neosporin all over your face. I swear I look ten years younger. You can use that tip.
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