Quiet night, just the whir of the computer fan. ESPN is on mute and I write the thoughts of the day.
Almost a fight today in a Zumba class. Two forty something ladies were fighting over mirror space. Both a little diva-ish. Instructor needed to put hands on them both for them to stop. So disturbing I was asked to add my name to some complaints. Six or seven ladies were telling their story about this ongoing feud. Nobody likes the lady. Trying to understand the drama between the two.
Didn't want to pile on. Doesn't feel Christmas-y.
My body isn't what it used to be. Took a class before this and I wasn't in shape for it. Felt it during the next class. Legs felt heavy and I was lagging something fierce. Four hours in the gym. Two Zumba, Yoga, and a Body shaping class. Really feeling the cardio and weights. Burning calories wasn't objective. Bodyshaping was just surviving. In time, I will thrive. Just not today.
I feel for both parties. One is older Hispanic. Her eyebrows looked shaved off looks a bit Frankenstein-ish. She is good shape and she gets the routine. However, her best days are behind her. The other, the one no one likes, she holding on too tight. She has fake boobies and her makeup is for one that belongs in her teens. Double pigtails, looking Hello Kitty-ish. Her face is that of one maybe in her late early 50's. Both battling for Queen Bee status. Just drama. It feels the Testosterone fest is that of two battling for their place in the hierarchy. Both like the frontline. Both are not bad. They just aren't young anymore.
As one lady said, "Getting Old Ain't for Bitches"
No one wants to be bitches. Fighting for dignity its a noble. However, I see age getting to some. Kobe Bryant has been the "Man" for most of his career. He is a first ballot Hall of Famer and we should see a statue of him in front of the Staple Center. However, his shot selection, defense intensity, and physical dominance are all suspect. Maybe a break is needed. Got to learn what its like to be Kobe-less.
When I stopped taking Zumba class, I needed to know that I can step away. I needed to know I can comeback. I am content with being the third row. There are times I know I should be up front because those there aren't as able. Still, when I see the joy of the front liners, it reminds me its okay to take a step back.
This drama happens. Having ageing rams battle for top of the mountain status. Its nature. Won't go into tactics and strategy, its just learning the rules of the game and determining the best course of action to find success.
Offered to be the go between next class. Hope she doesn't take me up on the offer. I rather enjoy self and others instead of trying to make nice and lead the way. Its lonely at the top and life's too short to be fighting for mirror space.
