Ok so you know that the Girl Scouts have delivered my cookies by the truckload, and I in turn keep eating them, so I decided that I have to kick up my gym attendance. I Z
umba like
nobody's business but decided to do a "regular" class this morning. It was called "Fusion" and it said that it was 20 minutes of
cardio, 20 minutes of weight training, and 20 minutes of floor work. OK sign me up.
You know how when you enter a class for the first time and everyone has all of the
paraphernalia strewn all about....ropes and
pulleys, mats, some round disk things, weights, top-secret gadgety things.....I was trying to get all of this together without looking like a total moron.....let me interject by saying that I work out at a rec center during daylight hours so everyone there is in their mid 60's...moving on....
So the teacher comes in and says, "
ok everyone hit the track!"....track?
whaaat is that the
cardio? I was thinking more along the lines of some great dance moves and techno music NOT running around a boring track....well here is where the story gets way LESS boring....
So we are doing these side-galloping sort of things and two members of the class tripped over
each other and all h-e-double
fishsticks breaks lose... so this lady in her mid 60's hits the ground HARD and so everyone stops and tries to figure out what to do...meanwhile she is yelling
AAAAARRRRRRRGGHHHHH! and her husband says, "oh she's fine...." thanks sir, she looks fine
.....(about yelling in public...I would rather poke my eyes out with a stick......even during labor......) so now I'm all nervous for her, because of the yelling part....our teacher is barking orders....get the management, call 9-1-1, her husband says "oh no she's
fiiiiine.."
Then the teacher says everyone just do 2 laps and meet me in the class. So even though I think its a little weird that I'm running laps while a grandma is yelling ...'MY
HIIIIIP!" I just get a
runnin'. We go back to class, the teacher meets us there and starts saying, "
ok now grab some weights, we're doing arms." Arms? What? I'm now too chicken to walk out because of all of the
paraphernalia I unloaded around my spot......so I just start pumping iron with the rest of the sheep.....then my teacher starts to cry...
booohooo-sobbing-snotty crying.......in her Janet Jackson headphone.......
now second to screaming in public, my number two fear is crying in public.....so I'm all sweaty and nervous for her and I am barely squelching the urge to make a run for it myself....so she runs out of the class sobbing but you can still hear her over the speakers because she didn't turn of her headset!......now I'm all good and sweaty just from the scene of it all! So this girl in the class decides to step forward and take over and says, "
ok now let's do dead lifts" and proceeds to keep lifting...
Whaaaaaa? Seriously? Am I being punked? I took that as my opportunity to get the heck out of dodge.
It's official...I'm sticking to
Zumba from now on. It's better for my mental health.
*I think the lady is fine....well according to her very sympathetic husband anyway.
Our sons were recently diagnosed with Eosiniphilic Esophagitis. Don't try to pronounce it.....AND whateveryoudo.....do NOT Google search it like I did yesterday. Basically it is an allergic reaction to food that effects your esophagus...it put him in the hospital this past November. Thank goodness my younger son is in remission because I don't know if I could handle two of them at the same time. I am lucky enough to have a good friend who is a dietitian who came up with a plan to help my son eat 4,000 calories a day while observing the list of things (a mile long) that he is allergic to. Fun things like corn, soy, dairy, whey, nuts......He is lucky...some kids with this condition are on a ZERO food diet. I am so thankful to have friends that can help us through this! Insurance does NOT cover dietitians OR the formula that kids have to rely on. I swear I am ready to march on Washington right about now!!!
I snapped a quick photo of my friend Wendy's daughter..
