I've been stuck on my weight loss, so I started a new program at the gym. It's called Silver Sneakers. I asked if I had to buy new sneakers? Mine are taupe. The kid at the desk smirked and said I'd be okay.
Turns out it's an aerobics class for seniors. Isn't that a hoot? I peeked in the door and those seniors were sweating. Talk about intimidating!
Did I mention I hate to exercise? The location of my workout has to be close enough that I can't talk myself out of it before I get there. And believe me, I have lots of excuses lined up.
My gym is within a 15-minute drive from my house. So, I went to the first class with a friend. Hey, I wasn't going to make a fool of myself alone.
I started out the first week really great. The instructor had me collect a bunch of paraphernalia for the class. A rubber rope with handles, some miniature dumbbells, and a slightly squishy ball about 8" in diameter.
And here I thought I was going to jump around.
I did okay with the little dumbbells. But then they had us put that squishy ball between our thighs and squeeze it. Forever.
The rope thingie doesn't work for me, Instead of stretching, it lifts my feet off the ground. You try standing on one foot while pulling it out from under yourself. It isn't pretty.
Add to that all the jumping around, running, and grunting, well the next day I was sore. Everything hurt. The hubs? Oh, he was very sympathetic when he kept repeating, "No pain no gain."
I tried to tell him I'm not trying to gain. I'm trying to lose.
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