Confession time.  Fridays are a timing challenge.  If I work until exactly 4:47 and then race to my car, I can usually make it to spin class and just miss the warm up.

Friday, I tried my best, but I left at 4:48.12.  Rats!  My timing was off.  Still, I hurried, filled my water bottle, changed, and ran to class.

Entering, I saw the rest of the class beginning their workout.  I slunk toward a bike feeling like a tardy chump.  That’s when the instructor smiled and she said with delight, “There’s my rock star!”

No matter how my workout was going to go, I was a rock star at the gym.  Personal best, achieved.

Yep me, I know it’s hard to believe.  A Gym Rock Star!  I certainly have come a long way, even on a stationary bike.