As I was sitting waiting for class to start at Orange Theory, I flashed past myself. I know it makes me sound a bit, well you know, cuckoo. What I mean is on the Marquee Screen this photo, taken to celebrate the 50 classes I have taken, flashed by, repeatedly. I did feel like a little star!
When I started Orange Theory in March, I was pretty scared. I had a lot of little worries, like I was too old, too out of shape, or too something. My light was, like many of us a bit dimmed by the pandemic and my husband’s cancer, so I wasn’t excatly at the top of my game, let’s just leave it at that OK? I went anyway. I went and I went and I go and I go.
It happens that the more I go, the brighter my light becomes. it happens that I love Orange Theory. it happens that the people there are part of my tribe and I hope that I am part of theirs. As we sit waiting for class, I hear about the three year old daughter and her latest antics, and the new house that one person is buying and the doggie that ate the shoe and well you know the magical banter that happens when you are with your tribe. and I keep flashing on the screen.
And I am struck once again, for the gazillioneth time in my life, that to do anything, to get anywhere, to be who and how you want to be in this life you just have to do it. One class, one step, one word at a time.
That’s all for now.
