Hey, I’m Workin Here…

Hey, I’m Workin Here…

Evidently, I am loud. I had not thought about it before, but I received some feedback today that made me realize that I am on the louder side when I engage in recreational activities. A case in point occurred today when I was completing a streaming spin class on my balcony. I was on my bike, peddling away and having a grand time. I was working super hard and looking like I had just stepped out of a swimming pool. It felt good to work hard, and I got a lot of tension out of my system. I finished my ride and stretched a bit before heading back downstairs. I was experiencing that mental and physical elation I get when I have a good workout, but that was about to change.

I walked into the kitchen and was greeted with jeers and smiles by my supportive and lovely family. They thought the noises coming from the balcony were hysterical. My wife giggled through her mocking concerns about what the neighbors may think was really going on. I had no idea that I was making so much noise. I would hate to give my esteemed neighbors the wrong idea, after all. When taking a traditional spin class, between the loud banging music and every other rider gasping for breath, you never notice your own decibel levels. Now, I know. I am going to have to keep my deep breathing, exasperated short breaths, and cheers of accomplishment more to myself until the stay-at-home orders are lifted.

Of course, I will need to reach out to my neighbors so I can hear their virtual giggles as well. It is one of the aspects of our neighborhood; we have great neighbors and friends who all have a pretty wicked sense of humor. If this is the worst complaint I receive during this time of pseudo-family isolation, I will be mostly pleased with myself.

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