Last night I did something else I had never done before, and I had it in my mind that I would make it #51 on my list. I also had the (fleeting) thought that I could cheat and substitute it at the end for something I didn't quite accomplish. But that wouldn't be right, and some of you might notice that it wasn't there originally. And there would go my credibility.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Both of those became moot, however, when I didn't REALLY complete the activity.
For the first time in my life, I went to a ....
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hip-hop dance class.
It is a new class offered at the "Y", so I thought "why not?"
There are approximately 49 years and 9 months' worth of reasons why the hell not.
Apparently I can hip, and I can hop, but I cannot hip-hop.
I just don't HAVE those moves. On top of that, my calves were already sore as heck from water aerobics the night, and today I was almost officially crippled.
The instructor was a cute young thing with a killer body and moves that Beyonce wishes she had. I tried not to hate her for that fact alone.
But the fact was that she didn't really TEACH. She showed, then she expected us to do every single one of the moves with the music. I found myself wanting to pitch a fit (like my mother would). I'm sure I had that same glare and grimace on my face, with my lips set in a thin line. God how I hate that look.
I made it about halfway through the class, and then when we took a water break, I just picked up my things and left. I had to go sign up for "Team Lean" anyway (more on that in a later post), and that process took another half hour, so it's just as well that I didn't wait until the end of class.
It hurt my pride that I couldn't do the steps. I took a "cardio dance" class a couple of years ago, with a different instructor, and I didn't have any trouble then. The dances were similar (we did "Soulja Boy"), so I'm blaming it on the instructor. Just a little. I did get a workout, and at least I learned some useful information - I don't have to reserve Thursdays from 5:00 to 6:00. At least not for hip-hop class.
The REALLY bad news is that she is the same instructor who has taken over the line dance class that I loved so much. I will give her ONE chance at that, but if I feel stupid and small (and not in a good way) when I leave that class, I will find other forms of exercise.
I'm okay with physical pain, but life is too short for me to subject myself to hurt feelings. From teeny tiny girls who wear a size zero.
2 comments:
I hear you, Bragger. It's really not much fun to have some size zero tell you what you SHOULD be able to do. I look forward to hearing how the line dancing goes, better I hope.
What the hell is hip-hop anyway? I have a former coworker who is taking the same class at our Y? She is lots younger than me, and wears a size 0 or something like that. She is always face-booking about this exercise class or that dance class. Personally, I think she needs to get a job! And quit bragging. I, an overweight, sedentary male, will stick with walking the trails when it is nice enough to do so, and practicing tilt back exercises in my recliner when it's not! (At one time I could even keep up with Richard Simmons' "Sweating to the Oldies" exercise videos. I sold them at Prof's last rummage sale!)
JE
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