In my quest to be even more fabulous than I already am, I signed up for another class at the gym. Step aerobics — how hard can it be?
Arriving late, I snuck in at the back behind a panting ginger bird who I instantly felt a great affinity with — she was obviously in the same boat as me, having skipped all her PE lessons in school in favour of smoking fags behind the library with Trynette Williams. I noticed that she'd raised her steppy-box-thingy with three stackers, so I, being her long-lost soulmate, did exactly the same thing.
Now, despite very much enjoying stepping up and down on a box for the best part of an hour, I was relieved when the class finally wound down to an end. At which point the instructor yelled that that was the 10 minute warm-up over and done with.
After that I took all three of my stackers off my steppy-box-thingy. Just because I'm a little bit afraid of heights, hey.
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You're obsessed with your workouts lately. Do you have a pageant coming up?
ReplyDeleteSafety first and all that... 3 stackers just sounds dangerous, what happens if you toppled from such a great height.
ReplyDeleteThese wreckless 3 stacker people have a lot to answer for.
does your gym offer a BodyPump class? I love BP and highly recommend it for the slightly acrophobic.
ReplyDeleteThere's a Pulp song called "Stacks". It'd make a great workout song. I'm singing it now. Like a blackbird, I am.
ReplyDeleteIf you'da just walked up and down the stairs twenty times you'da saved yourself a bit of cash...
ReplyDeleteAnnie, if you were to walk up and down ,up and down, up and down, up and down, all day long I am sure you would finally get there, of that, I am certain.
ReplyDeleteBlarney, yes, I'm hoping to enter the Little Miss Blonker pageant AND WIN.
ReplyDeleteI tried Body Pump once when I was in Iceland, but I didn't really understand what the instructor was saying so I'm gonna try it again here. I find weight-lifting really tedious though. It's probably better in a class.
I was wondering why stepping up and down on a box was so exhausting. Bjarni did point out to me that had I climbed a staircase for one hour that would be pretty tiring too.
My knees hurt just reading that.
ReplyDeleteI walked up the Eiffel Tour a few years back. I didn't have magnetic shoes so I had to use the steps, there's a lot of them. For 'a lot' read a shitload...
ReplyDeleteI normally scuttle around at the back looking completely bemused and unco-ordinated and wondering how everyone knows what they're supposed to do when she says grapevine or similar. It's a bloody secret sect I tell you.
ReplyDeleteBeing at the back is great. You can just check out everyone else's bumzes, point and snigger. Or cry. And noone will notice, because they will be too busy working their a$$es off, feeling the pressure of being at the front!
ReplyDeleteJust don't think the instructor won't see you behind someone elses bigger bum. Instructors can see EVERYTHING!
PS: I have just arrived and already hate the word verification, necessary tho huh?
Bloody hell, I am exhausted at the thought of it!
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