The hard cliff stands immobile,
Water will win soon.
Okay, so not the traditional Haiku, but it is a good theme for the day. The spinning class went rather well, with me really only having to rest and recover once; although, I did read the schedule wrong and was almost late for the pilates. The Pilates class however, beat me.
Well, now beat really isn't the right word for this. Squashed, routed, defeated, and thoroughly embarassed come to mind for suitable replacements. Not only was I unable to keep up with even a single exercise, humiliating as that is, I gassed one of the poor girls on the southern end of me pretty much right in the face. Note to self: Take Gas-x well before class. I was so ashamed. I sat there for a minute, trying hard not to... well not to... Okay, I was trying my damnest not to bust out laughing. I mean, come on! This poor college girl just wants to work out and in comes the Amazing Flatulator filling her thoughts of what I had to eat for dinner. I had to walk out. No question about it.
In my defense, the class was filled to capacity, and the head to butt position was the only one left where I could see the instructor. All this aside, I've been whupped by this class twice now, and that is unacceptable. I've resolved to conquer this class if I have to go to every one they offer until I do. There is a purposeful air about me. The winds of change approach. They have not heard the last of me. (Low brow humor, yes, but it works for me.) And if all else fails, they can pucker up... Okay, I'll stop now, really. he he he
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