In a moment of what can only be termed "temporary insanity," I had the brilliant idea that I could, on Tuesdays, use the eliptical trainer in the Y fitness center before picking the kids up from daycamp. Uh...yeah, that was decidedly NOT a good idea! If I felt uncoordinated and buffoonish during the first DWA sessions, this experience kicked it up to a whole new level. Remember Bill Murray in "Lost in Translation?" Uh-huh...you got it. I was sweating like a racehorse, chugging like a steam train and laughing like a hyena to the point where a trainer actually came by to help me dismount. OMG -- I don't know when I'll be showing my face anywhere near the fitness center again. In fact, I believe I will be donning a bag over my head when entering the Y anytime in the next few days.
Fresh from that humiliation, I picked the kids up only to have my son ask me what was wrong with me. He actually was concerned enough to ask if I needed help out to the car and took my arm. If I wasn't touched by the sweetness, I would have cuffed him acrossed the head! I though exercise was supposed to give one a healthy glow? Apparently, not in my case.
So, just as I was feeling good about my performance in yesterday's DWA and confident enough to try something new, reality brings me back to Earth with a thump. Grrrrr...
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