5:50 a.m: I completely panicked
I thought I was prepared for my usual Thursday morning Pilates class — until I reached the studio door.
Back in 2018, when I lived in Panama, I taught a Pilates class every Thursday at 6:00 a.m.
At 5:45 one morning, I left my apartment to head over and open the studio. I had the blessing of living only five minutes away, so there was never a need to rush out the door. Most of the regular students usually arrived just two minutes before class started.
As I parked my car, I had the strange feeling that I was forgetting something.
I walked up the stairs, and the moment I reached the studio door, I realized what it was:
The keys.
I panicked.
I froze.
I had very little time to come up with a solution.
So I called the owner’s husband, who miraculously lived nearby, was always awake that early, and had a spare set of keys. While waiting for him to arrive, I ran back down to my car, hoping maybe the keys had fallen under the seat.
Nothing.
I retraced my steps.
They weren’t in the parking lot.
They weren’t on the stairs.
They weren’t in the hallway.
The keys had simply disappeared.
A few minutes later, Sebas arrived with the spare set and saved my anxious morning.
When I got back home later that day, I searched everywhere for the missing keys.
They never appeared.
To this day, God knows when I dropped them or what happened to them.
But I will never forget the shame and embarrassment I felt having to call the owner’s husband at 5:50 on a Thursday morning to ask if he could come unlock the Pilates studio for me.
