Who let the blogs out? Who. who who who? Hey Blog. What is up? You've been quiet today, probably because it's Wednesday and the weather is a little off. No worries, we all have our moments. I would honestly rather shave my own eyeballs than fold the laundry that is coming to get me. It's so menacing, all clean and sparkly behind me, in piles. I see you, laundry. Go away.
Okay, so clearly I go to the Y and try to exercise because it is good for me. Supposedly. I go to a class and the littlest one gets to shake her booty in a safe haven filled with plastic kitchens and an arts and crafts table. I try new things, and it is daunting, but also fun. It's tough because I am tall, so although I say to myself You can just hang out in the back and leave if it's not for you, there happens to be about nine thousand mirrors all over the place, and the instructor will ask, is anybody new? I mean, I am happy to pretend I've been here before, but if you guys all start with the hand jive from Grease, I am screwed.
I am all proud of myself woo hoo! good job logging in some serious exercise time for yourself!. And I even stayed until the end of the class. There were haters who left at the 45 minute mark, when things got serious. But nope, I stayed. Yay me!
Class is over; I am on top of the world but then I see the lady next to me.... isn't leaving. She is preparing for the next class. Really? My head is filled with questions: where are your kids? do you work? does the person who stays the longest get a prize?
But I mean, talk about taking the wind out of my sails. Yikes. Though I admire her. Also I expect her to be ripped.
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