I woke up just in time to go to my class today.
I thought that the class would be small and was tricked into a spot up front.
The corner behind everyone else, well away from the mirrors is my first choice.
My hair this summer is long in front and short in back.
I noticed that my bed head could be pulled into a "ponytail" in the middle of my forehead.
Maybe next time.
The work outs are doing me some good and I am now more capable of getting off the floor and not falling down in the first place than I have been in a long time. Yay, balance receptors.
I moaned loudly today during the lower abs toture, I mean workout, and the woman next to me was glad ahe was not the only one in pain. We all look uncomfortable and contorted, some more than others. The teacher who has the flexibility of a creature somewhere between an eel and a sea otter is the only one smiling.
It's a good workout, more later.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Sunday, August 21, 2011
In Pursuit of Beauty
I have been going to an exercise class 2 or 3 times a week for several weeks.
It is challenging and uses some equipment as part of the class. The class is in a dance studio type room with wood floors, mirrors and a barre.
The equipment consists of a squishy small blue ball, a large foamy blue mat, a stretch-strap, navy blue, a pair of very light black weights (I am up to 3 pounds) a pair of black heavier weights (I am up to 4 pounds) and a coaster for your water bottle. Each piece of equipment is used at a different time during a different part of the "routine."
The majority of the clientele is rather thin and they all, with very few exceptions, have ponytails. I will henceforth refer to them as "The Ponytails." The exceptions are me, the occasional other fat chick and a long suffering young woman who is 8 months pregnant. None of the Ponytails sweat and all of them can do the splits, but many of them suffer greatly from lifting as much as a 2 pound weight.
The only rain in Texas for the last 3 months has come from my body in this class. I am so wet by the end of the class, it makes me fearful to do stretches with my legs wide for fear I will look like I peed my unfashionable tights. The Ponytails give me a wide berth and probably wish that I was on a coaster.
I've noticed that my legs are much longer than my arms, my butt is to heavy to lift with the leverage of my arms and I can't do a push-up. I am persistant and work hard, but I do not trust my knees or the sturdiness of the barre to do some of the exercises to their fullest extent.
My last class was Saturday morning at 9:00 AM. Fortunately the routine progressed at a fast enough rate that I was able to fake it through the push-ups and did not have time to construct a hang-man's noose out of my stretch strap.
I have lost 5 pounds, which may or may not stay off. I have what some say is muscles and to me just feels like tight fat. If I was your average fat chick, I would have run screaming to the nearest margarita after the first class, but I like shaking up the Ponytail status quo and I still hope to see some results.
More on later -
Love,
Lori
It is challenging and uses some equipment as part of the class. The class is in a dance studio type room with wood floors, mirrors and a barre.
The equipment consists of a squishy small blue ball, a large foamy blue mat, a stretch-strap, navy blue, a pair of very light black weights (I am up to 3 pounds) a pair of black heavier weights (I am up to 4 pounds) and a coaster for your water bottle. Each piece of equipment is used at a different time during a different part of the "routine."
The majority of the clientele is rather thin and they all, with very few exceptions, have ponytails. I will henceforth refer to them as "The Ponytails." The exceptions are me, the occasional other fat chick and a long suffering young woman who is 8 months pregnant. None of the Ponytails sweat and all of them can do the splits, but many of them suffer greatly from lifting as much as a 2 pound weight.
The only rain in Texas for the last 3 months has come from my body in this class. I am so wet by the end of the class, it makes me fearful to do stretches with my legs wide for fear I will look like I peed my unfashionable tights. The Ponytails give me a wide berth and probably wish that I was on a coaster.
I've noticed that my legs are much longer than my arms, my butt is to heavy to lift with the leverage of my arms and I can't do a push-up. I am persistant and work hard, but I do not trust my knees or the sturdiness of the barre to do some of the exercises to their fullest extent.
My last class was Saturday morning at 9:00 AM. Fortunately the routine progressed at a fast enough rate that I was able to fake it through the push-ups and did not have time to construct a hang-man's noose out of my stretch strap.
I have lost 5 pounds, which may or may not stay off. I have what some say is muscles and to me just feels like tight fat. If I was your average fat chick, I would have run screaming to the nearest margarita after the first class, but I like shaking up the Ponytail status quo and I still hope to see some results.
More on later -
Love,
Lori
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
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