May 25, 2007 at 9:35 am
My last TurboKick class for the year was last night. It’s odd to think that our first session was canceled because of a snow day, yet last night we decided to skip the legs section because it was hotter than Brad Pitt in the school gym. It doesn’t take too long for the seasons to change, eh? There’s a metaphor for life in there somewhere, I’m sure. I suppose the heat is why they don’t do a summer session. We’d quickly turn that oven of a school gym into a swimming pool with all our combined sweat.
This was the first aerobics class I’ve ever taken and overall the experience was positive. I enjoyed punching and kicking and flailing around trying to learn the routines. But I don’t think I will sign up for this particular class again because the drive to the location was too far. I got to experience some of the aerobics class clichés – the perky instructor, the husband begrudgingly dragged along by his wife, the girl whose tendons were replaced by silly putty and could stretch her legs back behind her head, and the clique of girls who signed up for the class together. Sometimes as I watched the instructor demonstrate moves on the stage, I imagined she was a video game character in a martial arts title like Tekken 3. I imagined myself rapidly mashing my control pad to control her movements. All that was missing were some sound effects to accompany her kicks and blocks. Pow! Blam!
Mostly I enjoyed that I could simply keep up. Several years ago I tried doing an exercise tape at home and ended up stopping it about 7 minutes in, exhausted before the warm-up was even through. So I found particular joy that I could get through the whole routine and all the abs work at the end while some other people were flopping around on their mats like trout on a the deck of a fishing boat.
Next up: Tennis lessons! I’ve never played tennis in my life, but now I figure I’m fit enough to try. And I get to wear a cute skirt, right? Lessons don’t start until July, so I have a month and a half off to just enjoy my running, weights and Pilates. I plan to keep trying new sports and activities though, for infinity onwards. If I let myself get bored I’m doomed to slack off and gain back the weight. So, by God, I’m going to keep myself challenged and entertained even if it means letting people hurl green, fuzzy balls at my face.