"my style can't be duplicated or recycled. this chick is a sick individual. east coast, west coast, down south represent your coast. we run this!" 90's way-back playback. we were all hyped up, and zoomed right through the throwback strive. (yes strive was amaza-za-za-zing as per usual. i actually taught the class [secretly] while big al called out what i was doing 3 seconds after. oh and i was the tempo for the cardio phase, because i'm like usain, but whiter, and female, and i don't run right now. ah, details. sorry girls, i just like my jumping fast. so bitch i will not about strive tonight, it's something different... read on pets)while in my obviously perfect state of jumping jacks, i got to thinking: it's amazing how hooked on phonics we are all getting about all this crazy ish. i know i'm not the only mental one out there that just needs another hit. and then i realized, there are two types of people i've come across in my many, many years of existence. one, is the kind of person who is down to try anything once. most of these people i've managed to drag into a strive class with me. yes i have popped the junk in the trunk cherry many-a-time in my knee deep relationship with the junkies.
the others are intimidated. maybe by the intensity, maybe by their name (suggesting a follow up appointment in rehab? "i'm going to go see dr. finklestein, tell him we have a whole new bag of issues. i'm hooked on endorphins") maybe it's because every single trainer is a smoke show? i'm just throwing ideas out there. it's like i invite these people and get a similar response:
"i apologize to you if i don't seem real eager to jump into the craziest, most intense sweat that people like to call "EJ". i'm scared of the feeling. you're running there, you're wondering do i have sweat on my face, am i breathing, am i talking too much, are they watching me enough? am i not interested, but i pretend like i'm interested? should i play like i'm interested when i'm not that interested, but i think they might think i'm not interested but do i want to be interested now they're not watching? so all of the sudden i'm totally interested... and now i'm hyperventilating? do i have to wait for a break cause then it's awkward, it's like well i suck and can't breathe. do you do like that ass-out breathing? where you like, you hold onto your knees and your ass sticks out cause you're trying not to faint, or do you just go right down and lie on the floor? it's very difficult trying to read the situation."
and all the while i'm just counting down the minutes until i get to be hopped up enough to make some bad decisions after class! oh ya.
it's truly unfortunate that not everyone can experience such a high. i get high every single day, sometimes even twice a day. a positive thought about this: i don't crave cheetos. i crave the burn in my sweet, sweet abs. i also like to brag about how many bicep curls i can do, "i don't know if you heard me counting, but i did over a thousand." truth. if i had my way, i'd get everyone off their butt butts and into a strive. what do you think makes my tush look so sweet in my jeans, slick?
my next wondering is for you endorphin junkies, what are you going to do for an encore? walk on water?
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