well, i'm still alive so they didn't kill me yet

Excuse me, I have to brag. I went to the fitness center this morning, walked on a treadmill for 20 minutes, then participated in a strength training class. I was not the most fit person there and I had to stop a few times before we got to pumping iron for 20 reps but I made it the whole half hour. Ta da! Then tonight, Regis and I rode our bikes down to Bob's and he stayed there while I went to a Zumba class. Now, if I had looked this up in the internet before I went, I never would have gone but I'm trying hard to free myself of the old mental constraints of I can't do this or that.

This was described to me as a "Mexican dance class". You can imagine the image I had. What it is is (I did that on purpose) Latin hip hop aerobic exercise. This was an hour class taught by a willowy but muscular blonde who moved like she was made of rubber. I tried to find a youtube video that was more like my class (not wanting to offend the other people there, I will leave you to your own imagination) but I guess they don't publish those. This will give you an idea.



I have to say that even though I had to stop after 20 minutes, it was really fun and I'll go back. What a hoot! What a hoot! What a damn hoot!

Comments

deb said…
um, next time bring your video camera! Good for you for your boundless exercise today. The Rockstar is at it again.
10:23 PM
Amanda said…
wow! zumba looks like a blast! i'm more likely to join a coven of witches than a fitness center, but maybe callum and i can learn on our own:)
7:15 AM
mom said…
I wonder how they would like a great granny to join their class. I might last a second or two. Maybe I would get rid of my bat wings! You go girl.
You are doing great. I bought smore stuff today, but won't let you have any this weekend. Mom
5:41 PM
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