moves by just like a paper boat

i did my first ever fitness class last night. i don't know if you've noticed, but i'm all about the gym lately. i've been there on wednesday nights before and watched the body combat class, and i thought it looked like something i could do. so with the encouragement of my personal trainer, i rocked up to do a class last night.

one thing you should know about me, if you don't already, is that i am massively uncoordinated. i'm serious. i'm tall and chubby and clumsy. it's like the triad of anti co-ordination. but i gave it my best. i stuck with another fat girl at the back, and we giggled together when the barbie up the front's short shorts rode up so high that we could see what she had for breakfast.

the arm stuff i got under control. i was punching and upper cutting and pretending that i was a klingon warrior. but the kicks i SUCKED at. everyone was kicking with the left and i'd be with the right. and forget combinations. i just couldn't get my legs to do what my mind told them to.

i must've looked like the biggest spaz ever. but oh well. i made it through the whole class without passing out, and the instructor came and gave me a pat on the shoulder and said i did pretty well for my first class. it felt like hell throughout, but i think i'll go back next week.

on sunday i'm going to buy a mat so i can do pilates on tuesday. that looks like much less running and trauma.

then i was back at the gym at 6am this morning to see my trainer. she's this awesome little girl from mac fields who makes me do things i never thought i could. like lifting weights and 300 crunches. fuck me.

tonight i am going to bed early. and tomorrow i am going to erin's for fondue and vienetta! how exciting