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Oh
to be Zen Again
Having survived my spa
treatments, restorative yoga and the quiet room, I have moved on to yet another
invigorating activity. Zen Boot camp.
What a nightmare, it is hot out, I don't exercise well in the heat, and in fact
I usually pass out if things become too strenuous. Am thinking that perhaps this
class could possibly involve thinking about exercise boot camp due to the Zen
component of the class. Wrong, we race each other, up and down stairs, hills,
and paths. We are the active zenergist people. Have decided that perhaps it
would have been a wise move to change my outfit prior to class as I am totally
out of place in my tennis garb. Sure, I look fit, but I will be exposed as a
pretender once the wind sprints
begin. A baggy outfit would have suited me better. I could have limped at bit
and escaped the more grueling events.
We are going to compete with each other in wind sprints. Good lord, I haven't
done this since I tried out for master's track and I was ten years younger at
that time. Take a mental review and get in the starting position. Notice that I
seem to be the only one waiting for the gun to go off with a "runners take your
mark" added for good measure. Convince myself that it is wise to be mentally
prepared, visualize the finish with myself coming in first through the tape.
Yes, I have it. Am so busy mentally preparing that have not noticed that my
competitors have gotten the jump on me. No problem, I like to start from behind.
There is one man in the class. He looks fit and seems to be enjoying himself
amongst his many women friends. He is in front of me in the race! I will not let
him beat me, briefly wonder if I will be disqualified if I grab for his shirt
thus holding him back. Find that there is no need as he ends just before the
finish line in a nose dive. He quickly jumps up and lets everyone know that he
is not injured. Begin to question his sanity as he has blood dripping from both
knees and palms. He claims that he is ready to finish the class and will most
certainly take on any comers. Shake head
and move past him.
Meet up with nose diver later and inquire after his health. He says that perhaps
his testosterone came into play when he saw who his competitors were. Reply that
perhaps that the women here are in better shape than either of us gives them
credit for. He believes his next class will consist of "mindful eating". A safe
class unless of course one overeats.
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