Why do I put myself through this?
Tuesday, August 15th, 2006I’m off to my Tae Bo class again tonight.
I don’t know why, as the last time I went, it was torture for two reasons:
Firstly, I am hideously uncoordinated. As a result, during the more complex routines (step, crouch, block, uppercut, kick) I resemble a character from the Thunderbirds trying to river-dance while signaling strenuously for help. As the gym is the only place where attractive men seem to gather in Windhoek, and as the whole studio is open to the weights room, I imagine this display provides some amusement for potential suitors. Good thing I’m not really on the look-out. I’m not really up for the whole heart-crushing romance malarky again just yet, particularly not with anyone who may have seen me topple sideways trying to lift a barbell while doing the semi-splits.
Secondly, my muscles are not particularly well developed, as for years the only exercise I have done is cycling. For the last three days I have barely been able to sit down without my legs quivering in protest, or to lift anything heavier than a carton of milk.
I’m hoping it will get easier.
