In my quest to start blogging more, I've decided that I will now write a weekly letter to you.  It's so much easier pretending I'm telling you about something in my life than trying to come up with the perfect blog post.  I guess it's time to share with the world our little secret that we are total dorks and have been for our entire 36 year friendship. All the dumb things we talk about....they will now also be shared here.  Aren't you excited?!?

Today I need to tell you about the very humbling (nice way of saying irritating) moment I had at OrangeTheory Fitness last week.  As you know, I love me some OTF.  I spent the first year of my membership trying to beat everyone in the room as well as improving on my own records.  However, after the first year was up and I found myself having an MRI and a doctor say "what would you say if I told you to never run again?", I decided that I needed to back off slightly.  It's been hard.  I'm competitive by nature and I don't having to admit to myself that I'm not going to keep up with the 20-somethings in class. They are just like me at that age and have no respect or gratitude for their young knees.  They can talk to me in 30 years.....Getting old sucks.  

But, I digress.  The humiliation actually came over music.  You know me and my music.  Workout music is the best.  I love getting lost in the music.  The playlist in this particular class was the BOMB.COM.  It was our entire college years in one playlist and I was PUMPED!  You know - all the songs.  Rob Base, C+C Music Factory, Deee-Lite (I mean, Groove is in the Heart is the best running song), and on and on.  It was the dance floor at the Antique (my Grand Forks/East Grand Forks friends will know what I mean).  I was singing.  I knew all the lyrics.  I thought I was so cool.  I was happy.  

And, then it happened.  The coach stated that he was changing the music because someone requested to stop the 80s tunes.  I literally jumped the rails on the treadmill and yelled "NNNOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!".  What?  Asked to turn off the 80s?  What the heck was this GenXer thinking?  Who did she think she was?

More than anything I was sad.  I was that old lady jammin' to the "oldies".  And all the irrational thoughts went running through my head.  Things like "I'm just an old loser", and "I should just quit this place".  Fortunately, the coach was great and ended up playing a couple of other genres of music during the rest of class because I think he knew I was feeling personally attacked by my music choice.  I did find some comfort, however, in knowing the lyrics to current pop hits.  Including the bleeped out swear words.  And, you know what?  I sang the bad words too!!! I showed the young girl, didn't I?  Take that young one with the good knees!

The point of this?  There is none.  Just another one of those moments of realization that I'm old and that our 50th is right around the corner.  Happy Wednesday.....

Love, Debbi