Yesterday I was at my workout class, trying to lose some of that stubborn mid-section excess that seems to be stuck on with crazy glue. We were doing our regular high/low impact routines, and I was trying to keep up as usual.
I am not the picture of grace or coordination at the best of times, but with these classes my brain struggles to tell the rest of my body what to do. I must have some fundamental disconnect somewhere along the line. I try so hard: Is this my right side? Oh, no the other right...
And just forget the grape-vine.
Anyway, the instructor decided to have us all form a circle and start power-walking. Not too much of a problem - just follow the one ahead. Then she had us speed things up faster and faster, until we were jogging; then running. I found that we were bunched up in one section so I ploughed ahead in front of the others to get some room.
Then I felt it - that incredible runner's high! It was awesome. I was running way ahead of the pack and had limitless energy. It was that rare moment of being in "the zone"; mind and body operating in seamless efficiency. Endorphins were exploding from my brain!
I could have kept running forever, but we had to slow things down and move on to the weights. However, the rest of the class I was at the top of my game. I was an athlete!
If only that old tyrant of a high school gym teacher could see me now.