I Must Be a Few Cards Short of a Deck

I had a bad case of insomnia last night (which doesn't happen very often, thankfully) so I didn't fall asleep until after 2:00 AM. It's not that I wasn't trying to fall asleep. It's just that I was lying in bed wide awake, coughing occasionally. In the end I got up and took some cough syrup, sat at the computer for a bit until I couldn't keep my eyes open, then finally went back to bed and fell asleep.

I slept in until 8:30 AM. Again, this is not something that happens often.

But it's Tuesday morning, and my brain was struggling with itself, trying to remember the significance of that.

All of a sudden some music started playing in my head, and it wouldn't stop. It was the dance mix on the CD played most often in Step class. It starts with that Robin Thicke "Blurred Lines" song and goes on from there with bits and snippets of all kinds of danceable pop tunes, both recent and retro ("retro" covering the disco era to the 90s).

But anyways...

There's something about having that music in your head that's difficult to ignore. It's like when 4:00 PM rolls around and the cat starts meowing and wrapping herself around your feet -- you know she's hungry and will not leave you alone until you feed her.

Same with my brain. It was hungry for Step class.

Step class that starts at 9:15 on a Tuesday morning.

Did I mention I had just slept in until 8:30?

So I was in and out of the shower with record speed, dressed in whatever workout gear I had to hand, packed my gym bag and ran out the door without even a sip of tea.

That's right. No caffeine. That's major. That's epic. I don't even know how I did that.

Or how I remained calm through rush hour traffic on the way to the gym.

Yes, I will spare you the story of the lady who merged onto the highway at 70 kph (43 mph) and doodled along until she left at the next exit. That's right. She was using the highway instead of city streets to travel less than a mile and a half down the road. And she didn't even have the decency to travel at highway speed. And I was stuck behind her. Grr.

But I still made it to the gym with enough time to put my bag in a locker, grab my water and towel, take a quick bathroom break before class, grab my step bench and set myself up to go.

I was not late.

And you KNOW there were people who WERE late, and of course they came and crowded their benches into "my" carefully composed space, but I did my best to ignore that. Because kindness. And making room for others. And peace, and zen, and going with the flow...

Well, I did my best.

It's not my strong suit.