Exercise, getting in shape, being fit, all that good stuff. Yeah, well, good stuff until it comes time to do it. For the last 2 weeks I have been going to a dance/exercise class 3 times a week! First thing when I get there is the mirrors! yes, I said mirrors, everywhere. Like you want to see what you look like bending and sweating. I don't mind the sweating, really. It's the seeing all angles in the mirrors that I don't like. I have an answer to that though, I just line up in back, way away from those tell tale reflections.
First day I thought I was doing so good, keeping up with the regulars and the instructor says, "Just one more", and then "Last one", and I thought, I MADE IT!! I DID THE WHOLE THING!!! A song in my heart. Bravo for me!!!
Wait, what? The instructor is starting another! The "last one" announcement had been just for that 1 song. There were about 29 more! Or at least it felt like it. I didn't know this class would go on for an hour. Nobody had told me that part. I made it for 20 minutes.
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