I tried a new class tonight at the YMCA.
I spent about an hour talking myself into going... I don't know why it's so hard for me to go, I never regret it... I guess it's more of I want someone to go with. A friend to enjoy my misery with.
Anyhow- I went! And it was basically like a step class with no step, just on the ground. Which is great- I *LOVE* step!! So I was all gung ho, and about 20 minutes in, after a zillion (okay, like 20) squats- I thought my thighs would give out on me. Then we got into more dance stuff.
Let me tell you, this white girl has got no groove. I accidentally moved into the range of the mirrors-- oh the horror of seeing myself! I looked like a fish flopping on the sand. It was awful. But, I kept plowing along. Then I was watching the clock, class started at 5:30, there was a 6:30 TurboKick class (which I planned on going to also) and it was 6:20. People were lining up in the hallway and peeking in. Then I heard giggling...
I know the laughing could have been anything... and people peeking in-- well, people do that. *I* do that. But my inner idiot told me, "Melzie-- they are laughing at your fat @ss in hot pink pants, trying to move and lose weight." I couldn't shut up II, I did try... it was rather depressing... and I felt my arms failing more and more.
At 6:30 she ended the class, and all the hot people walked in (okay, not everyone was hot- but 97% of them were) and I was even more horrified by who might have seem me. Thankfully, there were no kids from school there. Last week (during TurboKick) there were 2! I'm proud that I stayed, lol.)
Now as I relax after a super hot shower, wishing my legs would work better than they do (ouch, ouch, ouch, ouch) and wishing I had some groove to my swing-- I am glad I went. I'm not glad I heard laughter... but I guess if I would to see a hot pink, panted fish on the sand... I might giggle also.