Oh God! It is Tuesday
again. I am not sure if I want to brave the wind and go for that brutal
cross-fit meets TRX meets boot camp of a class.
“You have paid too much to
miss this one,” I tell myself.
I show up and as the clock
strikes 7, a few more folks trickle in.
As I am dropping of my
jacket and keys on the ground, she smiles from across the court. And amid contemplating whether I know her, am I in the right class, why did she smile at
me, and how incredibly pretty she looks ( even in her work out t-shirt ), I
sort of forgot to return the smile.
Just then in a split
second I realized how the moment had passed and unless I had something really
witty and smart to say, my best option was to start stretching and look as if I
was intently warming up for the class.
Not so oddly enough, I chose
the third one….continued looking at her squarely!!
Class started and shortly
after, with my eyes closed, mouth wide open to gulp as much oxygen as I
possibly could, I was clutching on to my stomach after the ‘core’ segment but
trust me when I tell you that in my mind I was smiling widely thinking of what
I may say to her over a glass of wine. Or thinking I bet I can swim faster than her.
Or picturing a fall evening by the lake as the sun quietly disappeared.
A full hour of torturous
exercises followed thereafter. Stealing a glance or a two was about the only
solace.
After the class ended, I found
myself moseying towards locker room when she walked right up to me. This time I
exchange smile, a tired but a genuine smile.
Before I knew, she was
telling me about how great the work-out was and how impressed she was and how
she was planning on continuing the class.
All this while, if I
wasn't trying not to run out of my breath, I was trying to not stare squarely at
her.
And then I heard something
to the effect, “Actually, I don’t think my boyfriend is going to use all the
passes. I think I will steal some of his and be here for next 10 sessions. I
will see you next class?”
And now I was doing
neither of the two.
Even for the relationships
that live and perish inside my mind, this was some kind of a world record.
I came home and told this to a friend and
without blinking she said, “Well, that just means, you got 10 more chances to
show her what she is missing out on.”
Neo
