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I used to think that I wasn’t very competitive, because I usually avoid situations that would require competition.
But then I realized that I avoid such situations because I don’t want to bother if I might lose. And that is the most competitive of all. If I just somehow find myself in a potentially competitive situation, my secret competitive nature (common with firstborns, I might add) rears a very ugly head.
The newest session of my Zumba class started yesterday, and I ended up standing next to a taller, thinner girl who was a first-timer for this particular class. (Whether she’s done other Zumba classes before, I couldn’t say.) You know how, if you go to a fitness center somewhere, you sometimes find yourself secretly “racing” the person on the treadmill or elliptical machine next to you?
Yesterday was one of those times. Let me tell you, standing next to this lady flipped my brain from “fun times!” to “You are going down, beyotch. Oh, you didn’t know this was a competition? I WILL WASTE YOU!”
(Erm … Did I mention I take Zumba at my church community center?)
This brain-switch-flip prompted me to give 110% in the class, even though I’d gotten no more than 5 hours of sleep the night before and the whole previous week hadn’t been much better. And now, the next morning, my entire body hates me.
So … anyone up for a friendly game of Monopoly?