Last week I was riding the bike at the gym while reading–my usual way of staying fit. I heard the woman on the stepper behind me singing…LOUDLY. "Oooooooh baby!" I figured she was with a friend and being silly. Nope! I turned around as unobtrusively as I could and she was just having a ball with her solo. I can’t say I was thinking American Idol at the time. In fact, I couldn’t stop giggling! Even though I had turned around and given her an obvious look, she didn’t care a bit that she was serenading me and the rest of the worker outers. lol I don’t know why I worried that she would see me giggling, but I did.
She continued to sing her way through her entire workout. I wondered if other people were annoyed–you know, the ones like me with no head phones on. Again, she didn’t seem close to caring. At first I wondered if the gym ought to have a new rule posted: no singing while you work out. Then I thought about David. He danced before the Lord without shame, abandoning himself to the joy of it. His wife wasn’t too impressed and told him he was making a fool of himself. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I wish I could just sing "take me higher!" without worrying about what anyone else thought. I think I will start by singing in my neighborhood. I wouldn’t want anyone in the gym to die laughing.