The lost tribe of Wendell
Our gym teacher at NOAC has been sick. Real sick. He got the flu last week and went down like a House of Cards, but in his case more like a House of Bricks, because he had been trying to overcome for a week but finally the Flu reared its ugly head and beat him. Meanwhile, us, his tribe of middle aged women sprinkled with a young way too energetic girl and a few boy men who appear now and then, walk into the gym, stare at the sign that says he is still sick and move through the gym as if we had just come out of electric shock.
Wendell does more than move us through exercise class, he inspires us with his smile and jokes, and keeps us moving through the day. My favorite message of his is to turn our minds off and turn our bodies on. I like that since I live in my head way too much to do me any good (or anyone else for that matter).