Little Rock, AR

I've been running lately. And since we're going to reveal that, I might as well admit that I've been lifting weights as well. I know this sort of statement will only result in a barrage of judgement and teasing. Well, bring it. Facts are facts. 15 pound weights, this girl. It happens.

Having doubled up a run with an upper body workout yesterday, I'm feeling a bit stiff today and ready to be sat down in a car with no reason to move for the next 8 hours as I make my way to Baton Rouge. But first, breakfast. Yes, I'm growing wearing of continental breakfasts. Despite how chipper the host at check-in sounded regarding the waffle machine, it's long lost it's flair. Now, when the obnoxiously loud timer going off signaling a crisp golden brown, it only makes me question why I am still sitting in a lobby when I could be, and likely should be, headed somewhere else.

Other than a older grandson visiting, there isn't much excitement at breakfast this morning. The pair of them making small talk over their hard boiled eggs make for poor people watching. Most of the business folk head out before the 8:30 last call and today's version of a hotel is more set up as studio apartments, which in itself encourages you to sit on your couch in your underwear rather than pretend to class up a bit before making your way downstairs. I finish the standard wheat squares and yogurt, transfer my coffee into a paper cup and make my way to the elevator.

The warm coffee relaxing some tight muscles, my arms dart away from both sides of my body and a powerful yawn escapes me right as the door closes. Power stretch. Each limb moving as far away from my torso as possible, my mind wanders as my muscles tighten and relax. Right before the door is secured a hand darts between it and the elevator frame, opening the door back up and revealing my power stance. The visiting Grandson. If I had been in an 80's power band on stage in front of a crowd, I'm sure the pose wouldn't have looked so strange. Since I was merely in an elevator, humming Kansas and stretching away- I looked like an idiot. He kindly hid his smile as he glanced away so that as his eyes popped out of his head they wouldn't smack me in the face. He stepped into the elevator.

Silence.

The elevator rumbles as it approaches the third floor, shaking. The doors remain closed, despite the arrival bell chiming. We exchange slightly concerned glances.
"Don't worry, if we end up dying in here my final farewell note will not include you dancing in an elevator."
I pause looking at him.
"I wasn't dancing..."
"Sure, just humming- what, Carry on my Wayward Son doing jumping jacks?"
"-Hey now! Stretching... And yes, yes it was."

The doors open. He laughs. I hang my head and exit.
"Good luck finding another elevator partner who can move, and shake, like thiissssss."
The door closes. His laughter disappears as he reaches the next floor.