Moral of the Story

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