Following your gut instinct when it comes to losing your gut

It looks like I made the right impulse decision for once in my life yesterday. After work, I decided I needed to stop in the gym at the school to do some physical therapy exercises to prevent my useless back from continuing to wake me up in the middle of the night.

(This was in lieu of going to a meeting that was scheduled to re-inform us about the benefits that we should be receiving from the school. Considering that I'm on Billy's stellar "we're sorry you're only a grad student but we're going to make it up to you by giving you better medical insurance than you'll ever have again in your life" plan, I don't need to be "re-informed." That and I'm not eligible to get matching for what I put away for retirement until next year so the only "benefit" I was interested in getting yesterday was a better night of sleep.)

But I digress.

Anyway, when I got there I was talking to our awesome Assistant Athletic Director - slash - Assistant Golf Coach - slash - ridiculously cool Yoga instructor and she invited me to do yoga with the golf team. Now, last year, I would have stayed away from the thought for fear that my students would find me in a compromising position and then proceed to make fun of me and lack respect for me for the rest of the year. This time, though, I went for it.

I'm really glad I did. Not only did I feel better, have fun, and somewhat gain respect in the eyes of my students (it helped that I was more coordinated than most of them), but I also learned how to do a headstand which is a neat thing to be able to pick up in a matter of an hour.


It turns out that I also benefited in other ways. When I came back up to my classroom to pick up my stuff I ran into everybody who had taken the time to go to the benefits meeting. Everyone was aggravated, frustrated, and said that it had been a waste of their time. It looks like my rare decision to go for instant gratification instead of practicality won out for once in my life.