If I’m on the treadmill, I’m probably counting, or thinking about my work schedule. And wondering just how in the world I’m supposed to do a proper couch-to-5k on a treadmill, or how I’m supposed to time the intervals in real-world running, and what a stupid idea, and oh yeah I have a 5k on Thanksgiving and maybe I should get back to training for it.
At yoga, I’m concentrating on the poses and appreciating the form of the people around me. And probably thinking holy crap this is hard, what a stupid idea, holy crap it’s hot in here, why am I here again? Oh yeah I have five pounds to go suck it up princess jesus how am I supposed to do that?
The Curves I went to after the baby was born used to play Christian music from time to time. If it was on when I walked in, the girls would change it without my asking. There was one staff member who is possibly the most vapid person I have ever met; when I knew she would be working, I had my mp3 player.