Today was a sad and shocking day. My friend stood outside of her house in the snow watching her house burn. I am so sad for her and her family. I am so thankful that she and her family are safe, but I cannot imagine what this is doing to her emotionally. She just had a baby a week ago and is recovering from a c-section.
This woman is someone that means a great deal to me. She isn’t just a funny friend with a big heart. She is the first person that really made me believe in my physical capabilities and helped me push myself harder. She taught a Tuesday morning spin class and I only went because I felt less intimidated to try this new exercise adventure because she was my friend. She was so encouraging and always played the best music. There was one time that there was an old man in class that was singing out loud and clapping his hands and blurting out, loudly, “mmmmmhmmmm, c’mon, yeah, that’s right!”. She and I couldn’t even look at each other because we started laughing. I kept sticking my face in my towel to laugh, pretending to wipe sweat from my face. This woman believed in me when there were times that I didn’t believe that I could cycle for two minutes let alone get through a forty-five minute class with hill climbs, jumps, and sprints.
She is one of the funniest people I have ever met. This woman can deliver hilarious lines one right after the other. There have been countless times that I double over laughing at things she tells me. This woman had a c-section and was up walking around the next day like nothing had happened. I guess being so physically fit makes a huge difference. She taught a 90 minute spin class the day after Thanksgiving which was 10 weeks before she was due. Wow, right?
I know that she will get through this. I just hate that she has to. What a sad day.