The reality of my life is that I am one of those people who really does enjoy going to the gym. I love it. I love listening to music, working up a sweat, stretching, and even lifting the weights. I find the whole process from start to finish completely enjoyable and the after effects even more pleasurable. There is some thing I would like to do at the gym every day of the week, but mostly I don't get to go as often as I would like. Last week I managed to squeeze in a lot of gym. On Wednesday I did a spin class, lifted weights and then went back later for a good pilates stretch. On Thursday I ran at the track. On Friday I did a killer spin class with the one spin teacher who does about 85% of the class standing on the pedals while climbing hills and "running" to boot. Saturday I did Bubbles' 7am spin class and more weights. You can imagine that Saturday night I was in less than fine shape. I was beat. Exhausted is more accurate. By 9:30 I declared my intentions to go to sleep to the family, slid into position under the covers and instantly drifted off into a deep solid slumber. Then Evan decided that he needed me to accompany him to bed. He came into my room, and shook me. I recall my eyes rolling forward, barely focusing on his face, and then my eyes rolling back into my head. He waited and repeated the incredibly annoying shaking procedure 2 more times. On the third shake I mumbled something that even in my semi-consciousness I recognized as incoherent, rolled away from Evan and resumed slumber. Evan figured I was as useless as I appeared and called upon his father to perform the nightly ritual tuck-in.
The next day we were sitting around the dinner table when Evan looked at me and said "Your legs were having violent spasms last night" then he did an imitation of a spasming me which very much resembled the devil dog "running" in her sleep minus the little yipping sounds that I find so completely endearing. It with was an odd combination of embarrassment (I sleep like a dog) and pride (I have the answer to that!) that I then asked him "Do you know what that is?" I took a deep smug knowledgeable breath, assumed the stance of a learned professor and prepared to illustrate just how our nervous system sends out electrical impulses while we sleep when Evan interrupted me with a wave of his hand and answered "Yeah, I know, you were doing the worm."