My arms hurt quite a bit. I think I can compare them to pieces of wobbly spaghetti (I don't think that's a cliche). They really don't want to do anything. It almost feels as if they're trying to push their way through the desk that I'm working on. It's rather painful. Although I like to think that it's all good pain but the endorphins haven't quite kicked in yet. Instead my arms are just rather sore. Oh and on the note of endorphins one thing that I learnt in my first week of lectures is that endorphins and morphine both bind to endorphin receptors. That's why morphine makes you feel less pain. It's all rather interesting isn't it. Our bodies create endorphins to make us feel a little bit better and alleviate some of the pain essentially making us high naturally.
Anyway back to the class. This year I decided that I'd join the student gym because it's cheap and I don't want to gain the hall of residence 10kg. I don't particularly enjoy working out on the machines because it all seems rather pointless. Take the treadmill for example. The machine tells you that you've run 10 km but you're still in the same little square of gym that you started in. At least when you're running outside then it feels more productive. You can physically see the landmarks as you sprint/limp past them. Having said that when you're running outside you almost always run around in a circle anyway so it's not the most productive but it just seems like it is. You know what I mean? Hence after my first visit to the gym and play around on the machines I decided that it would be far more productive to do some classes instead. Whenever we watched those classes in Rec PE they always looked like so much fun. We never actually did them in Rec PE. We just watched the instructor explain and demonstrate how to do the movements. My entire class was very prudent and aware of the risks of incorrect preparation for such a physically intense class so we wanted to make sure that we fully understood the procedure before attempting any of the movements. So when I walked into my first BodyAttack class I hadn't ever done any of the movements.
With a name like BodyAttack I was expecting punching bags and maybe a self defence lecture. That would offer a suitable amount of time for recovery in between the punching. Little did I know it doesn't really work like that. Instead I was greeted by an overly energetic woman shouting at the entire class to 'push it' 'keep on going' and asking us to recite the lyrics to the song which was playing which of course she must know is a little bit impossible when you're struggling to breathe. She probably just became an instructor for the comic value of watching slightly chubby individuals struggle with simple maneuvers.
I'm not going to lie about my lack of coordination when it comes to dancing, house music actions or even copying the teachers hand clapping rhythm. I really don't excel in that area. Usually I end up injuring people around me with my overly energetic gangsta moves or I just start clapping so fast that eventually my hands stop making contact with one another. Why on earth then did I decide to attend a class which involved coordination and rhythm in a public setting?
Throughout the entire class I enviously watched a geriatric man leaping from leg to leg with a grace that can only be compared with that of a newly matured swan. Meanwhile I just resorted to jumping up and down from side to side because I couldn't quite coordinate the arm and leg movements. Or I'd just end up getting so tangled up that my arms and legs were all going to one side so I ended up unbalanced. It must have looked like a really good Charlie Chaplin impression to the instructor.
Yet despite my humiliation I think I'll go back again. It was just so very entertaining watching the extremely eager male in the group.
3 Good Things
*Getting out and exercising.
*Hot cross buns man I love easter.
*Realising that my nails are the longest that they've ever been without chipping.
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