I haven’t been to a Spinning class since New Year’s Eve. So going to another class, nine months later, seemed like a great idea when I signed up, all full of good intentions and positive vibes…but as class time approached yesterday evening, I started to have serious doubts. All of a sudden, my good idea felt more like “What was I thinking?”
I didn’t back out, though. I went to class, adjusted my bike, and bravely hopped on. Forty-five minutes later, dripping with sweat, gasping for breath, I was grateful that class was over! My legs were sore already, even after stretching, and I’m still feeling it today. So what did I do? Went ahead and signed up for a class next week!
When I got home, my husband was in the kitchen, washing dishes. (Is there anything sexier than a man who cleans?) He must not have heard me come in, because when he saw me, he got a big smile on his face and said “Hey!” like he was surprised. It was sweet. I love the little things.
I had a surprise for him (after I griped about my sore legs). Quite some time ago, I got a promotion at work to a director position, but since I still had plenty of business cards with my old title, I was just using those until I emptied the box. My co-workers must have decided that I had waited long enough: one of them came into my office and presented me with a box of brand new, shiny, fancy business cards with “Director” instead of my old title. I immediately snagged one to take home to my husband.
It means a lot to me to finally see that title under my name. I worked hard for it. I also like knowing that the kids have at least one positive and strong female role model in their lives. Their only other example is someone with the work ethic of a corpse (and the moral compass of Hitler and the personality of a cockroach, but I digress). I want the kids to know that women can be in charge, can make important decisions, and not just wait for hand-outs like a leech. I want all four of them, not just the girls, to know that they can be anything they want to be, not just what others box them into and try to shackle them into being, because they are better than that.
Sweat & Sparkle 