Two thirds of the way through the class, he played a song that was very familiar to me, but not in a spin class setting.
It was Zorba the Greek.
I could not stop laughing to myself the entire time. To my surprise, it made for a great sprint track.
This Monday while spinning to this song, I was reminded that a good chunk of my family is now gathering together in Greece for the marriage of one of my cousins. I managed to get out of going because of my current workload and impending fieldwork travel. I’m not overly fond of weddings (blasphemy for a girl, I know) so I’m not bothered by not being there. However, I am bummed that I’m missing out on seeing some of my favorite family members. On occasion I have a bout of homesickness for my faraway loved ones, but I just remind myself that if I keep my nose to the grindstone, I’ll see them again soon enough. Sucky consolation, but it’s all I’ve got.
Depressing, huh? Well, how about this anecdote from my childhood to help lighten the mood.
I was a tomboy growing up. My sister Z was a girly girl. To drive her crazy (my job as younger sibling) I farted in her presence whenever possible. She would loudly wail to my mother that I was disgusting and why couldn’t I do that in the bathroom.
Eventually I agreed with her sentiment. I would fart only in the bathroom from then on. Of course she didn’t bargain on the fact that I would wait until she was in the bathroom before opening the door a smidge, sticking my bum through the opening and letting one rip.
Bathroom dutch ovens. I’m just all kinds of classy, no?
The countdown continues...
Three weeks till I depart for
Well, I guess I’ll still wish you a happy hump day anyway. But grudgingly.