Working out takes up the majority of my time, my life. I prefer it that way. I like the way breathing hard makes me feel. I like waking up the morning after a long run with sore legs and hips. I like the way the sweat drips from my chin. I like the results. And I like the like-minded people.
Recently, I attended a special edition spin class at my gym. A 90 minute session hosted by my favorite Spin Warrior Princess, Alyssa. If Alyssa's there, count me in! I inadvertently arrived 40 minutes early. No problem, I was certain to stake claim to a bike that way! Coincidently, 2 others got the times mixed up as well so the three of us hunkered down to wait till kick off.
While we were waiting, the three of us were chatting and passing the time. During the chit-chat, the other lady made reference to herself - "Joyce". I asked, "did you say your name is Joyce?" "Yes, it is." "I'm Joyce, too!" "You are kidding me? I never find a YOUNG Joyce! I rarely meet another Joyce, let alone a young one!" We laughed and from then on, we were Joyce Squared. And gym friends for as long as we both attend.
In the short visit we had together, I learned this about my new friend with the same name as me. She is almost 20 years my senior. She's been married more than 30 years. She referred to that marriage as a "30 year long date". Can you imagine feeling that way about your spouse/mate after all those years? She feels she's earned the right to say to you "I just don't care what you think. This is me. Take me or leave me." She is satisfied. She treasures that she has the ability to come to the gym, that her body is healthy enough to take on a good work out. She loves good, CURRENT music. She likes to wear doo-rags.
I'm so glad I met Joyce #2. I don't know that she will ever know that she is a great inspiration to me. I'll have to make it a point to tell her.
I just hope I'm hanging in a 90 minute spin class when I'm "well into my sixties".
Bitch, you're fabulous!