I’ve increased my exercise routine to combat insomnia. I started a gym class which I find challenging. It’s Jazzercise on steroids.
All the staffers say it is hard, but my gosh, I feel like I’m dying in the corner. I’m huffing and puffing and dripping sweat.
Cautionary tale: This is what happens, people, when one doesn’t do cardiovascular exercise for two and a half years.
It’s in the middle of the day so it’s full of housewives and retirees, and they’re all kicking my A. We’ve become friendly and I enjoy seeing this group of women several times a week.
I’m new, and I still can’t do the full class. I maybe participate in half the class and find myself drinking water and leaning on the wall the other half, trying not to fall over.
The worst is when I’m so tired I can’t concentrate on the combination moves. It’s like: lunge, step back, kick, and some kind of torso twisting and punching the air at the same time. Just when I think I have the routine, the set is over and the moves change.
One teacher likes to have us stand inside big rubber tubes and walk side to side, and I feel like I’m going to trip on myself and fall over. Nobody else is struggling.
Then she asked us to double up the tube, step on it, and do one-legged squats. I kept falling off the tube. And it’s a RUBBER TUBE.
She also likes to have us do 100 sit-ups on an exercise ball, and when it comes time to do the sideways sit-ups, I think I’m a hero for not rolling off.
I can see out of my peripheral vision the next woman over who is just killing it, while I have to pause every ten sit-ups. The teacher actually asked me if I stopped due to neck pain, and I had to admit I was simply out of shape.
So that’s the first ten minutes.
You know, there was a time when I was in a triathlon training group and I did two! whole! triathlons! Of course, that was a thousand years and a child ago.
Anyhow. I like the class, and my goal is to one day be able to participate in the whole thing. And not fall off the tubing!