Shell shock.
Did I mention that I’m trying out all the classes at my gym? Well, I am. I got inspired last week and took in a session of Body Pump, which nearly killed me. It’s basically synchronized weight lifting to music, and even though I used the least amount of weight possible I still couldn’t walk for two days. I did it again later in the week and it went much better, though. I’m gonna keep doing that one. Then on the weekend I tried out Pilates, which I thought was BORING. Seriously. It wasn’t even as stretchy or breathey as I expected. It was like baby yoga. I have changed my mind about it slightly, since I woke up the next day with crazy soreness in unusual places, like the sides of my abs and my triceps. So obviously I got something out of it. But overall, I wasn’t impressed.

So tonight’s experiment? A beginner’s step/aerobics class. Okay, those of you who know me in person are probably laughing at this point. Why? Because I’m the clumsiest person ever. I can be walking on a perfectly flat street with nothing nearby and fall flat on my face. So I want you all therefore to picture me, big ol’ clumsy me, huffing and puffing and flailing away on the babiest step they had. It was comical. Our instructor and the rest of the class would be bouncing around in syncronized step perfection and I’d be going the wrong way with the wrong leg at the wrong time. Regardless, I toughed it out for half an hour until we switched it up to aerobics. Then I really made an ass out of myself. I haven’t done “the grapevine” since high school, and it seriously showed. I actually bumped into the girl next to me, like, three times because my body persisted in “step-touching” left when everyone else was going right. The extra loud music and yelling of the instructor was just so confusing. It was nearly as bad as spinning. Within ten minutes I gave up and hauled my bewildered ass to an exercise bike. I don’t think I’ll be doing any more that.