Fridays of course are great. It's the start of the weekend and when I am very lucky I have the weekend off and can spend time catching up on my life. If I am very very lucky, I can rely on my dear husband that I ask way too much of to watch our boys so I can go to a training. This weekend I am very very lucky. I'm getting Flirtified! I keep thinking that I really need to quit racking up certifications and spending way more than I make on trainings, but I really love them and Flirty Girls in particular because I love to dance. It is so fun and free-ing and who cares what ya look like! Since I dont frequent clubs that have dancing (smoke and drunks really make me wonder about the intelligence of the average person) then this is a great outlet for me to have some fun and the bonus is I also get to teach it thereby providing that outlet to someone else who may be as socially awkward as I am. I dont need the credits, I've already lost count of how many I've gotten and I dont recert for another year, it's just so fun to be a student sometimes. Plus, I get a kick out of trainings/conventions. I love people watching. I remember in my 20's I was so a front row attendee, first, because I'm short and cant see, but second, like most front row students, I was going to make sure someone saw me show my stuff. In my 30's, I was a middle row gal. A little older and wiser, I was learning to pace myself at trainings and not work at critical mass so I had the juice to finish the day, plus, at 30, I had a few more aches and pains than in my 20's. Now I am almost 45. I am a total backrow participant and proud of it. I've had mine, I'm letting the perky little 20's have theirs. No need to impress anyone with my mad skills now right? Lots more aches and pains and old injuries than in my 30's, and while I usually finish the day, my ego will now allow me to sit down and take notes and chuckle at the front row I used to be in.
So tomorrow, Saturday, I will pack my healthy lunch and snacks, because at trainings, we ALL eat healthy right, even if we normally dont. I will have my gym bag with my water bottle, towel, pens, notebook, extra socks and dry clothes for the drive home, and lots of Advil. On the drive to the workshop I will be praying my IT band holds out since I injured it two weeks ago. The training will start, I'll be in the back dancing my little heart out, I'll spend money I cant afford to spend. I'll get credits I dont need and I will be one happy girl because besides my faith and family, this is what I, like so many other instructors live for. Once I get home, I will drag my aging butt through the door, exhausted of course. The puppy will jump on me, the boys will throw me a hello over their shoulders, the dear husband that held down the fort while I trotted off yet again will ask "How was your day?" I will say, "Oh, it was great, SO much fun, I cant wait to teach this!" I will then lay down on the couch and as I drift off to sleep, I will thank our good Lord for having the best job in the world.