My Yoga Mat Might Be Gaslighting Me

Ever watch a gerbil run on a gerbil wheel? The little guy’s heart is racing as if he’s being chased by a cat. He’s going all out and getting nowhere. Oppsl, I promised myself I wouldn’t make this post a commentary on contemporary society. The little guy wakes up, sees teh wheel, figures he’s supposed to use it. He jumps on and off he goes. He reminds me of me. I get out of bed, see the yoga mat on the floor. It’s got to be there for a reason. I hear it calling to me. It’s 5:30 a.m. and I’m doing the plank, pushups, and crunches. Somebody tell me this is fun. My brain whispers, “You’ll thank me later.” As I squeeze out my last pushup, I answer, “No I won’t.” Maybe I should invest in something like the gerbil wheel. The little guy goes and goes on it. It has to be giving him a runner’s high. Spoiler alert: I’m still not catching up to whomever is in front of me. . At times I can relate to the gerbil. I’m running and running and going nowhere. Yes, I might say, if the gerbil asks me, “”have said, “b”Been there done that.