Cool? Me?

Yesterday afternoon I was at the gym with my kids, who attend a kids "bootcamp" aerobic class.  I figured I would head into the fitness center and do my "workout" of 10 minutes on the bike and some upper body stuff.  Given that I don't have the okay to actually sweat yet I decided to forgo the actual workout clothes.  I threw on some yoga pants and kept on the long-sleeved T-shirt I had been wearing all day - my brand new "NFC Champions NY Giants shirt" (newsflash for those non-football fans out there - the Giants, in overtime, won the NFC championship game and are now headed to the Superbowl.  This is a BIG deal in our house).

Anyway, I did my 10 minutes on the bike, jamming to all of 3 songs on my iPod workout playlist. . . . I was just getting off the bike when this very in-shape, not older than twenty year old came up to me and held out his closed fist (you know, the new "cooler" way to give someone a high five).  Because of my iPod I couldn't hear what he said.  I looked around for the candid cameras thinking someone was calling me on the ridiculousness of my 10 minute "workout."  I then did what every crazy mom would do. . .looked completely baffled, said "what?" too loudly and THEN thought to take my headphones off.

"Great shirt" he says and gives me the fist greeting along with the knowing nod that I supposes now substitutes for a wink.  I stammered a thanks and then he walked off.  I, however, remained flummoxed and slightly blushing (or so it felt).  Someone younger, and presumably much cooler, thought I did something cool.  Granted all I did was wear the shirt - it's not like I actually played the game. 

Let's be clear here.  I have never been cool (unless you count my coolness factor that exists solely in my mind).  And while I can attend a black tie event with the best of them (and look darn good), I always relish my true, sweaty self.   And while being restricted to 10 minutes on the bike has me feeling like I've lost my only friend, I suddenly felt as if I was home again. I am gym cool. (Which is COMPLETELY different than being PTA cool, grocery shopping cool, pajamas at the bus-stop cool. . . you get the idea.)

I relished the boost to my inner hot athlete self - (it's all about visualization and denial!) and then went and did some serious core work. . . in case anyone was looking  :)

-Jen

Posted by Jen on January 23, 2008 in The Mom-athon | Permalink | Comments (2)

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