…and almost died on the damn floor!
Did I mention that I pay almost $80 a month for my gym membership with my employee discount? Have I mentioned that they have at least 50 locations in Manhattan? Have I mentioned that one of them is in the same building as my job? Did I also fail to mention that there is another one within walking distance of my apartment?
Yeah…so clearly my ONLY excuse is laziness…
So for almost a YEAR now one of my girls has been trying to get me to come to an African dance class at the location in my office building…so for some reason on Friday I decided to FINALLY go.
I think I should mention that my friend who has been trying to get me to come to class is a die hard vegan (how did I befriend so many vegans?) and runs about 6 miles everyday before I wake up…so I should have known better!
This class was no damn joke!!! Ha ha hell! It was not a game…we were running up and down the floor shaking and gyrating to the beat…It was like a dancing relay race. lol. I was the only new student in the class and my friend told me before class that the instructor usually dumbs down the class so the new people won’t feel lost. SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT…stupid competitive me worked my ass off so I wouldn’t be the silly new girl being left behind. I suppose after the instructor saw I could keep up he just decided to be a beast…dumbed down the class was not!
Usually I enjoy classes every once in a while to mix things up…but the studio at this gym has mirrors EVERYWHERE…like no…there is nowhere you can stand and not stare at yourself…not a good look for your girl Clu! Call is narcissism, vanity, insecurity…whatever floats you boat…but instead of paying attention to the instructor I am too busy watching my hair bounce as I rhythmically shake my hips…
So when I wasn’t staring at myself in the mirror…I did pretty damn good. People in the class even took notice that I pushed through and were grateful that their workout wasn’t sacrificed by an off rhythm new girl…I even received they “Yeah big girl! Keep going…don’t eat that biscuit!” thumbs up from a few of the class participants.
Bloggers note: Normally I HATE those looks (some of you know what I mean)…but I really couldn’t breathe so I could only muster a smirk that must have been interpreted as a smile rather than the “fcuk you! I’m getting a biscuit after class!!!” face I was aiming for
So after I picked myself up off the floor after the 55 minutes of torture had ended…I was pretty proud of myself and resolved to make this my new after work “thing” once a week