My Alter Ego

I would like to interrupt this incredibly fascinating recap of my recent trip to tell you about my alter ego. I don't really have a name for her and she only really shows up when I go to work out. I think I might like to have her around more because she has a lot of more sass than I do. All I can say is that going into the Y makes me stand a little taller and my heart rate quickens in anticipation of climbing on one of the cardio machines, or entering a class room. I wasn't always this way. Exercise used to be something I totally dreaded, probably because it isn't as fun when you are out of shape, tired and sore all of the time. I have had several setbacks and have had to work to regain my regular status.

When asked why I work out, she makes me want to say stuff like, " I want to be able to bounce a quarter off my butt". In reality I usually talk about my granddad's diabetes, my mom's high blood pressure, my grandpa's death from asthma and emphysema despite never having smoked a day in his life.

Today I was walking down the hall of the Y, post workout, when I came past a perfectly coiffed, clearly upper crust, older lady. She took in my dripping hairline, the massive sweat stain across the front of my tank top and I saw her nostrils rise in disgust. Instead of giving into my alter ego's impulse to smack my gut and say, " What now?!" (thanks for introducing our household to that, Moe). I merely looked her in the eye, smiled my toothiest grin and stepped out of her way. I walked out of the building and turned my face to the sun and sighed with happiness. I am pretty sure I don't have a Vitamin D deficiency.

PS: Check out the sweat stain!!