Friday, March 01, 2013
As I left work on Wednesday, I passed by a co-worker that shares my desire to lose weight and a love of cardio boxing. We've taken classes together at the local gym and share a kinship of kicking and punching our stress away. I asked him if he still had plans to come to the Kickboxing class he had committed to earlier in the day. With a half-sheepish grin he said he wasn't sure. He said he'd eat healthy tonight and start exercising tomorrow.
I could tell where this was going. We exchanged quips about letting me down now versus later when he no-shows and he so he did- "I'm going to let you down now, then." "Ok" I said and I was off, heading for the elevators, my thoughts focusing inward on leaving everything on the fitness floor. Then something stopped me in my tracks. "This is a deciding moment" I thought to myself. "This cannot happen. He's right there, I can tell."
I turned on my heels and went back to his desk. "This is your moment! Break the chaaaaiiiinnnns!" I said in my best Born-Again Pastor voice and hand gestures. He laughed. His co-workers laughed. And he said, "You're right. I'll be there, Armstrong. I'll be there."
He killed in class. I killed in class. I smiled through the entire class because I felt like I helped someone and I KNEW how great he was going to feel knowing he had done it.
I thanked him for letting me be a motivator. It was more rewarding than anything physically achieved in that class.