Pre Core

As I elliptically exercised my frustrations for an hour today, I was so in the zone that I not only was tapping my fingers but also lip synching words to a Tyas track. Sweat poured down my back and my hair stood up more askew than its namesake DJ. My heart was pounding and I could hear it in my ears behind the deafening beats that tore through my drums and thrashed my lobes. I blinked drops away and wiped my sleeve across my brow. My feet were rapidly circling and the muscles in my arms felt like they would just pop out of existence.

Of course I sometimes forget that people can see me, and this must have been quite amusing to the few that were pounding along right beside me. I get into it. I get really into the shit I do that makes me sweat. Yeah that sounds about right. Every time I have a good workout I get whatever is bothering me to step off for a minute or sixty. Everything is just bass, drums, bass, record after record, melodic vocals appear woven throughout in an intricate linking of notes and bangs. Thumps and thuds rail my brain like a driving drill. Touching the tips of my fingers to the bottom of the bowl filled with numbness that replaced my wicked pint glass ten months ago.

Don't get me wrong I love the insane amount of time I spend ellipticalsizing. I equally enjoy a flow that follows spinning that can only be likened to ... well the flow that follows the other kind of spinning. But today I noticed something different. I noticed the black and gray trimmed icon that sits just under my pumping legs. Outlined in silver there is a glimpse of something bright. Ironic but appropriate I see what was always there and I just haven't seen and SEEN before. A label, a name, like a record circling as I try to read its label and twist my eyes and neck along.

PRECOR.

All irony is not lost on this girl. I had to stop myself from giggling maniacally. I had to take a deep breath and fight not to tap the person next to me and explain that PRECOR must be the motivator. It must be what we are all fighting for after all. Really? I don't want gym friends. It's ten bucks a month and semi-desolate in the late morning, so I just need my solitude and sweat and Tyas tracks and huge water bottle. But PRECOR is not just what we sweat for, but also a warning.

If I look back to last year, even a few months ago, I can see how it was Previous to having a Core that was actually developing. There was nothing to show as a result of hard work. There was tired, angry, overwhelmed, overscheduled and exhaustion. It was Pre-Cor and I didn't give a shit about working out.

Now every time I look down and see my silver signet of seduction, my elephantine excellent elliptical all grey and black with silver trim I appreciate the sweat. I appreciate the shit I've been through and thank whoever is listening that I am no longer a piece of the messy massive millions who I will forever now think of as PRECORE.