Thursday, August 19, 2010
Well, that was weird
I hadn’t been in a few weeks even before the death.
So, I made my way back last night for Zumba.
Probably about 20 seconds into the first song, I started crying.
I wasn’t particularly sad. I wasn’t particularly happy. I wasn’t in pain.
But I was crying.
And this lasted well into the second song.
I have no idea why this happened. Don’t know if it was some residual emotion that still needed to be released. Don’t know if that skinny bitch I swear is inside me was crying to get out.
Just don’t know.
But I do know that me shaking my bootie with tears streaming down my face had to make a few people think I’m cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.
Ah well. Tonight, I’m hitting the batting cages. I’ll try not to cry.
There’s no crying in baseball.