Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Muscle Definition Class = Not for Me

The pool is closed for a week for cleaning, so I thought I’d take this opportunity to branch out and try some other things at my gym. Muscle Definition seemed like it could be fun.

I wish I could recount a tale about how I was so helplessly lost amidst the other muscle definers that it was actually quite funny. But it wasn’t really. I was miserable and everyone could see. I thought I was being discrete setting up shop in the back of the room, but the instructor took position there instead of the front. So I was instead stuck in front of the mirror for everyone to notice that I was not 100 pounds, not wearing skin tight Lululemon everything and that my hair wasn’t blonde.

I disliked how EXCITED the instructor was. I disliked that I looked stupid. I disliked that the music was so loud. I disliked that I didn’t know we were supposed to switch arms during the weight lifting bit and only used my left arm. I disliked that something smelled vaguely of cat pee. Was it my shirt? My sports bra? My shoes? (My shorts, I later discovered. Dunno how that happened. THANKS CAT!) Really all of those things combined made it an absolutely horrible class that I couldn’t wait to leave. And I definitely would have ducked out early if I wouldn’t have had to crawl over everyone to get out.

I guess... I’m proud of myself for trying something new. And at least I now know that I’ll never ever go back.

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