Oh boy, am I glad today is over! Let me just say that today- separate from Body Attack- was a day that only can be summed up by Bill Murray in Groundhog's Day. INSANITY.
I had one of my worst night's of sleep since I started working out (perhaps it was because I had spaghetti last night...for the first time in like 2 months?) and tossed and turned and looked at the clock. I'd like to say it was eagerness for class, but it was more of a desire to sleep. The alarm went off...Tank (the amazing dog) rolled back over to sleep and I started the routine: get dressed, wash face, brush teeth, force Tank awake, drag her outside. I grabbed my keys and my phone and headed out the door. In. Flip. Flops. Shiitake Mushrooms- these shoes won't work. I put on my socks and shoes and head back out...start to pull out of my parking space and something feels off. I forgot my water. Rush back to the apartment. It's UNLOCKED. What the crap?! I mean, the odds of someone breaking in my apartment at five in the morning are slim to none. The only people awake are people exercising and the biscuit makers.
Apparently, I missed the memo that today's session included a pre-prom workout. Seriously. We had 49 people in class and the average age of the worker outers was like 15. I was not the oldest person in the room, and I sure as SHELL wasn't the youngest. I kept wondering what time adult swim started. I was getting run over by Skipper and all of her friends that fit in the Barbie car...or maybe on the Barbie moped. We did the fun little run in a circle thing and the teeny bobbers kept running into me. It might've been my Justin Bieber t-shirt, but I'm not sure.
We had a different instructor today. Body Attack has three teachers, and this time, Tracy took the place of Freedom. Now, remember that Tracy was my model last week and hence earned the title of as loved as Zoe's Chocolate Chip Cookie. This week she was a big cheese and teaching from the front. This was great news for her- she did great. I did HORRIBLE. I kept mixing up my feet, forgetting the steps, basically I looked like an octopus with her tentacles all tied in knots. I'm very sorry for anyone who was behind me and tried to watch me. Actually. I lied. Im not- at least you got some humor out of it all. OH- and there was a video camera in front of me. It wasn't like it was pointed in my direction, but it was still too close. I was worried I would run into it or trip on it somehow. (Yes- if you know me, I trip on flat surfaces).
Of course, my reliable Shelley was also teaching. She is as loved as Zoe's Chocolate Cake for taking the time and effort to work with me (and not giving up or getting visibly frustrated). I mean, yes, I realize this is what she gets paid to do, but I think she goes above and beyond.
Speaking of...can we talk about something a little awkward? Well, can I? I often worry that if I work out toooooooo much, I might lose my boobs. I mean, I know that sounds stupid. If it does, you didn't deal with Jamie Smyth and gang calling you "sunken treasure chest" in middle school. So getting fat and getting boobs was pretty bonus. I mean, I wouldn't mind a nice reduction without surgery, but traditionally fit women are also flat chested. I am thankful that my instructors chose to wear tank tops today that showed that fit people can have boobs too. The ladies at the office and I have been discussing this for about a week, so they were glad that I received reassurance this morning. Random, I know. If they show up tomorrow in bulky sweatshirts, I've clearly made them uncomfortable. SORRY.
The third instructor is this adorable gal named Krystal. She's such a cutie! She is major high energy and makes you want to jump as high as you can even though that is only a 1/100000000 of an inch off the floor. She is also a doll for being welcoming to me and making me feel like part of the GCC family. Tonight she gets a name from me because I now adore her as much as....well, something that I really like and something that is super sweet. Krystal is a cake donut....not just any cake donut- she's from Fultondale Bakery. Holla!!!
At any rate, I survived Body Attack. I am thankful for my friend, Kristen, for getting me there and keeping me there. She constantly encourages me during class, which is awesome. Also- this lady (whom I don't know) came up to pat me on the back after class and tell me I did a good job. I want to think she was being sweet...maybe she reads the blog. However, there is this tiny part of me that is like, "Did she think the fat girl was going to die during class?" I never know how to respond. Fortunately I am lacking wit at 6 am, so I don't end up being a smartarse.
So anyway....I know this has been so random and off the wall and hardly about Body Attack but it is almost too much fun to poke fun at. I end up- because today is apparently my Groundhog's Day- trying to get down 280 (which should've taken 15 minutes) to meet a member. It takes me an hour. Seriously. So, I'm 40 minutes late for my appointment and she has her 2 year old with her. Oops. He would've been great had he not had to sit in a booth at the DQ for 2 hours :( Her phone died so I lend him mine- he didn't want MY angry birds, but he did watch tractor videos and spit on the phone. He also played with my car keys. I get ready leave and can't drive off because my trunk is open- with my laptop in it. Yep- the kid popped my trunk. Holy smokes.
Oh well. I survived the day, but I still don't know when Adult Swim starts. And I wasn't wearing a Justin Beiber t-shirt.
Yay for your Body Attack second attempt! You are great! And still cracking me up every blog! I think a cake donut for Krystal is appropriate. She is def one of my favorites! Wish your Saturdays would open up soon. I think if you add body attack one more day a week it would really be good!
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