Why do I put myself through this?
I’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.
August 15th, 2006 at 8:59 pm
Wait a sec. I thought you said in Gymnastic Fantastic that there were no straight men left in Windhoek. So who are these attractive men watching you? But really, wouldn’t any worthy suitor rush to rescue a fair damsel in distress even if it were self-induced?
August 16th, 2006 at 10:44 am
Bill, to be honest, I don’t really notice people in the gym, and I’m sure they don’t really notice me. In any case, what kind of fool would rush to the rescue of a girl so flimsy that she can’t even lift weights without overbalancing?
August 16th, 2006 at 12:22 pm
tee hee. i’m sure that the gym is not the place to meet an attractive man! rach. sorry about the non-receiving of parcels sweetheart. i’d really gone to town. somewhere. somehow. some post office bastard is reading an old copy of heat and/or some obscure japanese literature whilst sipping on tetley’s finest and eating a LIMITED EDITION cadbury’s creme egg choc bar. wouldn’t have been any good for your slinky hips i suppose. not to mention the £900 postage.. swines. thieving bastards.. rant rant.. mx
August 17th, 2006 at 8:06 pm
Sorry to disallusion you, but most guys don’t care about the coordination bit at all. Ones at the gym are glad you are at the gym, and are more interested in the fit of your clothes than what you are doing in them.