I’ve got a few disjointed thoughts today in regard to the pit. I could probably write an entire blog on just one of these, but I’m lazy so you’re going to get the condensed version today. So here they are in no particular order.
Thought #1 – Today must have been ‘show your ink day’ at the pit. I’ve never seen so much body art in one room as I did today. At first I thought the C-25 on the stair thing-a-ma-jiggy had on a long sleeved shirt, but on closer inspection I saw that it was a ‘sleeve’ tattoo and a brightly inked one at that. I didn’t get close enough to see what else she had inked. Let’s just say I wondered why a pretty young thing would want to cover up perfectly good skin with ink that won’t wash off. The weight room was full of guys showing off their tats, most of which I wished they would cover up. There is always the exception to the rule and I found it on one of the machines. I don’t think he heard me chanting ‘take it off’ from where I was up in the aerobics crow’s nest because he kept the wife beater on. The shirt allowed just enough to peek out that I wanted to see more – whether more was inked or not. So my mind is bouncing around faster than my feet and inspired by some of the ink around me I start thinking. I know this is a dangerous thing to do when your brain is oxygen deprived, but I did it anyway. Call me curious, but what happens if say you get a size C body part inked and then somewhere down the line the body part becomes a size A? The body part has shrunk or shriveled, so how does that dragon look then? Can you still tell it’s a dragon?
Thought #2 - I recently read an article that said C’s who workout regularly have better long and short term memory than those who don’t. The article attributed larger hippocampi for this increased memory power. I don’t know so much about this. If it’s true, why can I still see my hippobutti but I can’t find my car in the parking lot? Just saying.
Thought #3 – As Daughter #1 and I arrived at the pit we stepped aside to let a young mother exit. She had an 18month old balanced on her hip and a three year old future beauty queen by the hand. Both children had red swollen eyes and tears streaming down their cheeks. As they passed us by we heard the mother say to the whining child beside her, “I know what the other kids said, but you are a princess.” We both smiled and laughed through our workouts. This I have declared is my new motto, the one I will pull out when the rejection letters and emails come in and the bullies of the world are at my door. Now if I could just find my tiara.